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street cred - j 2eezy lyrics

[intro: j 2eezy]

j 2eezy on mic, nz

let’s go lets go

back then you could see me lying to the feds
now i got a tv wider than your bed
girls in my dm’s be trying to obsess
cuh when i mc its not a night to forget
nah, i say no to a sesh
cuh i’m over that sh*t, yea i’m over the stress
what if i told you my key to success
was to clean all this mess out my head

[hook: j 2eezy]

drug fiend friends can’t see me again
hustling friends can’t see me again
police man nah, they won’t see me again
but if you steal from my car, you will see me again
you will get dropped quick by eezy again
one drop kick, three knees to your head
don’t talk to me about bread
you ain’t out here to eat, just out for street cred

[verse 1: j 2eezy]

j up on the mic i’m cold
fights get over whenever i get involved
cooked guys looking all fried and toast
i don’t wanna hear about “man buys in bulk”
man cried and sulked when your bro got (picked up)
who got their best friend arrested (sh*t c*nt)
tell yourself to keep selling that sh*t cuh
one day you’ll be down in a cell with him bruv

[pre*hook: j 2eezy]

j up on the mic i’m*mic i’m hungry
none of these fake tough guys can’t touch me
driving to court while i’m flying round country
my life’s good man your wifey’s comfy

your wifey’s lovely
remember that time when your guys tried to jump me
i came to your place to find you and she f*cked me
took your girl for a ride in my front seat

[hook: j 2eezy]

[verse 2: mayday]

i don’t wanna hear no talk about street cred
so little man go on off to ya bed
don’t try big up your chest get left in distress
in a mess and then you’re all dead
spitting lyrics about things you don’t do
flexing for socials when living life like this is woeful
it’s fake and something you don’t do
cuz back then i was out breaking laws
and settling scores and waging wars
you was inside online and bored
you never stepped outside of your front door
fact you take being on the frontline for some pantomime
it’s why you’re not really rated
you’d rather tweet about it because
you wouldn’t know how to handle no situation
grips man up like akido
back out the blade like bushido
move sick with the metal magneto
authored by my own ego
young mayday was sick and twisted
young mayday was mad and risked it
young mayday was out seeking to end beef and leave wig split

[pre*hook: j 2eezy]

j up on the mic i’m*mic i’m hungry
none of these fake tough guys can’t touch me
driving to court while i’m flying round country
my life’s good man your wifey’s comfy

your wifey’s lovely
remember that time when your guys tried to jump me
i came to your place to find you and she f*cked me
took your girl for a ride in my front seat

[hook: j 2eezy]

[verse 3: j 2eezy]

6 in the bloodclart morning you follow me
you’re up late playing cod, stop it g
of course you’re onto me
for me to act like i never moved food
would be dishonesty
but that’s over g, it’s the older me in effect
directly from auckland north, east, south, west
got grands, got plans, got no respect
for no gangs, shout wiley, kano and ghetts

don’t talk to me about violence
half you guys cry as soon as you hear sirens
you ain’t ever smacked up a guy bad like i did
can’t call the cops on the guy you tried try it with
eye for an eye in this, tooth for a tooth
but i’m the kinda guy to take a man’s life for a tooth
i won’t just k!ll guys on mics in the booth
i’m the kinda guy to pull up outside and could shoot

work fast then i’m on to the next
you don’t work hard, no 3am studio sesh
(it’s that nz mc again, fully gassed up i’m never on empty again)
i, work fast then i’m on to the next
you don’t work hard man i’ll leave studio when i’m dead
(go very hard at my pastime, and i write so many bars might empty a pen)

[outro: j 2eezy]

back then you could see me lying to the feds
now i got a tv wider than your bed
girls in my dm’s be trying to obsess
cuh when i mc its not a night to forget
nah, i say no to a sesh
cuh i’m over that sh*t, yea i’m over the stress
what if i told you my key to success
was to clean all this mess out my head

j 2eezy on mic, nz

- j 2eezy lyrics

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