EZO – Get No Younger lyrics

I'm in that five-fifty feelin' like Chef Adele
Aside from Rampage X and it's f*ck the world.

Ali came so mean,
It's so fresh and so clean
Like a Sunday mornin'
Listening to Joel Osteen

Like my beat down low
I'm rimmed up with the seat back.

Boo with the sweet back,
I definitely need that.

Even if a body make a nigga wanna eat that.
Bitch, you don't make a nigga better, betta see fad.

I know a bird named Amy love to tea bag
Set you up right for some loosies and a weed bag.
Alcoholic,cute face but her weave bad
She went to the Wine house straight from the rehab.

The rehab rappers and they G-stacks
Fixated on imaginary ice like freeze tag

I speed past, ease past with my G-swag.
I'm at a level most niggas couldn't see past.

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I been on my grid, chasin' dollars (chasin' dollars).
In the fall or the summer (fall or the summer)-
The streets is pullin' me under (pullin me under) -
And I ain't gettin' no younger.

Some say, "sky's the limit" still I'm tryin' to reach higher,
So on my deathbed, I'm figurin' how to be flyer.

I'm talkin' above heaven,
I'm talkin' 'bout (Evans?)

Me beatin' a dead horse
And a nigga love Slevin,

I'm a 80's baby with a 60's mind state -
Yankee fitted backwards,
Lookin' at whippersnappers
Living young and reckless
Never mind who the best is
They need to get rid of that style -
Put it on Craig's List.

But you ain't crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild, like Randy Moss
Start feeling Patriotic.
How am I gonna loose with Tom Brady in the pocket?
Begging dude to come back like the Yankees did The Rocket.

And just like Clemens did,
Reappear to get the most wins,
And the damn dickheads are so sensitive.
Pussies get hemorrhages
Find a way to benefit.
Even when it seems the whole world is against the kid.

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Whoa. I mean, the bird is in the air.
Like Jake Holliday will put you permanently there -
It's bedtime niggas.

Weapon or mind, niggas,
Wesson or nine, niggas,
Minority report, I'm ahead of your mind, niggas.

You wanted to beef,
You got, twenty with you,
I got a hundred with me, now this is somethin' to see.

Boogie man your whole squad put you under some sheets
In that dark mission (recad?) under the sheet.

On some Jetsons shit,
But if the shook type approach me,
I'll fill him with metal till he look like Prosey

Niggas ain't off the hook like Joey
My feet is up, cozy, at the end of my bed.

Get my Puff Daddy on all about some Benjamin sh*t
And turn my back on danger like Timbaland did (ya heard?).
Hoody over my head,
The snub showing
Fuck what the world's come to,
Where the fuck's it going?

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