Ezal (Good Place) Lyrics

Makers

I'm in a good place

Can't make a mistake

She comin' this way

She say she miss me

I can't miss out on details

We talkin' business via email

That nigga jayed out like Ezal

Play wit my name we leavin' him pale

Lil' buddy told he makin' his case

I show you love that can't be replaced

Astronaut status just give me some space

I want a mill I'm saying my grace

I see through the lies you ain't even trying

I know the blind can't lead the blind

She can't even front let me hit from behind

I come from the grind I come from the crime

I come from the trenches we living relentless

My clientele gon' keep me in business

No way in hell you think we ain't gettin' it

Was locked in a cell they gave me a sentence

She can't get enough of me she say she addicted

Lil momma cold I'm icing her pendant

She go retarded the way she be spittin'

Know I can't start it if I cannot finish

Gotta stay guarded I'm ducked off in the cut

I'ma get it regardless they hating so what

Can't fuck with that bitch she ain't nothin' but a mutt

Can't fuck with that bitch she ain't nothin' but a slut

I need my bitch to be countin' it up

I'm divin' in I'm deep in her guts

Know they pretend ain't nothin' like us

We gotta win for sure it's a must

I talk to my mama I give her a comma

Remember them days I couldn't do what I wanna

Now I rock out I live life like nirvana

She wanna have sex with me without a condom

Say she a fan of me she want a family

You gotta know about the things that damage me

I cut off the fake I'm protectin' my sanity

I'm tryna cover you just like the canopy

I'm in a good place

Can't make a mistake

She comin' this way

She say she miss me

I can't miss out on details

We talkin' business via email

That nigga jayed out like Ezal

Play wit my name we leavin' him pale

Lil' buddy told he makin' his case

I show you love that can't be replaced

Astronaut status just give me some space

I want a mill I'm saying my grace

I see through the lies you ain't even trying

I know the blind can't lead the blind

She can't even front let me hit from behind

I come from the grind I come from the crimb

I come from the trenches we livin' relentless

Know way in hell you think we ain't gettin' it

My clientele gon' keep me in business

Makers