Viiibin by EZRA Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayo man...turn my - turn my headphones up a little bit
Boutta fuckin go off with this one...
[Hook: x2]
Yo I’m vibin!
Through my city ridin
Never catch me lyin
Bitches wanna try him
Talent terrifying
Flying high like Zion
Angers I’m supplying
To the top I’m climbing! (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Okay, let’s get something straight
Started this a decade late, making up for lost time
Morals, shit I lost mine, couldn’t define, so I gotta B-line
Straight to her behind, knock on the door, tell her be mine
Then I hop on stage, cause I gotta rage, gotta go insane
Gotta do my thang, so you know my name
Only E-Z-R-A in the game
Only E-Z-R-A-in-the game!
Like a flame! Needs a spark, hip-hop needs me
Ain’t nobody who can beat me, hell yeah I know you see me
Wishin you could be me, cause I be beamin
Lost the woman of my dreams, so I keep sleepin
Now I’m shinin, talent terrifying, ain’t even trying
Like Apple, keep on buying
So I ride my bike with no handle bars
I’m like NASA, I keep shooting for the stars yeah
[Hook: x2]
Yo I’m vibin!
Through my city ridin
Never catch me lyin
Bitches wanna try him
Talent terrifying
Flying high like Zion
Angers I’m supplying
To the top I’m climbing! (Uh)
[Break: Leezythegifted]
Man who the fuck this little boy think he is man?
Hes not - he can't think he can get into this rap shit
He sound weak as fuck dude!
He corny as shit, man, shit this ain't no vibe
(Ezra)
Uhhhhh...
[Verse 2]
This is Sparta bitch! Kick you in a fuckin ditch
I’m a sight to see like the fucking pyramids
You know what it is kid, this the music business
Sell your soul if you want gold and riches
With mo fame come mo bitches
Gotta stay focused on the mission, can’t get caught sniffin
That powder, charge by the hour, get her wetter than a shower
In that clam like it’s chowder, but living in hell is a living hell
So to the end I'll pretend like I'm just swell, fine and dandy
I’m a dog like Andy, Bernard, I’m so close to the end-zone
Just need one more yard, then I’m done-zo
Yeah I pop benzos, least the jumper better than Lonzo’s!
Actually shoot my shot, unlike Rondo
Catch me whippin’ in the Hondo, going buck wild like a bronco When I get up in her taco, I’m bigger than Tacko...Fall!
[Hook: x2]
Yo I’m vibin!
Through my city ridin
Never catch me lyin
Bitches wanna try him
Talent terrifying
Flying high like Zion
Angers I’m supplying
To the top I’m climbing! (Uh)
[Outro: Leezythegifted]
Yeah yeah yeah, aight aight, he cool, he actually solid
He actually solid, I would swipe right, I would swipe right
He - he cool, he cool, he - he can hang, it's a vibe...
Hahaha was that good? Nah but really though
He - he nice, he's nice, he's actually good...
Oh are we still recording?
Ayo man...turn my - turn my headphones up a little bit
Boutta fuckin go off with this one...
[Hook: x2]
Yo I’m vibin!
Through my city ridin
Never catch me lyin
Bitches wanna try him
Talent terrifying
Flying high like Zion
Angers I’m supplying
To the top I’m climbing! (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Okay, let’s get something straight
Started this a decade late, making up for lost time
Morals, shit I lost mine, couldn’t define, so I gotta B-line
Straight to her behind, knock on the door, tell her be mine
Then I hop on stage, cause I gotta rage, gotta go insane
Gotta do my thang, so you know my name
Only E-Z-R-A in the game
Only E-Z-R-A-in-the game!
Like a flame! Needs a spark, hip-hop needs me
Ain’t nobody who can beat me, hell yeah I know you see me
Wishin you could be me, cause I be beamin
Lost the woman of my dreams, so I keep sleepin
Now I’m shinin, talent terrifying, ain’t even trying
Like Apple, keep on buying
So I ride my bike with no handle bars
I’m like NASA, I keep shooting for the stars yeah
[Hook: x2]
Yo I’m vibin!
Through my city ridin
Never catch me lyin
Bitches wanna try him
Talent terrifying
Flying high like Zion
Angers I’m supplying
To the top I’m climbing! (Uh)
[Break: Leezythegifted]
Man who the fuck this little boy think he is man?
Hes not - he can't think he can get into this rap shit
He sound weak as fuck dude!
He corny as shit, man, shit this ain't no vibe
(Ezra)
Uhhhhh...
[Verse 2]
This is Sparta bitch! Kick you in a fuckin ditch
I’m a sight to see like the fucking pyramids
You know what it is kid, this the music business
Sell your soul if you want gold and riches
With mo fame come mo bitches
Gotta stay focused on the mission, can’t get caught sniffin
That powder, charge by the hour, get her wetter than a shower
In that clam like it’s chowder, but living in hell is a living hell
So to the end I'll pretend like I'm just swell, fine and dandy
I’m a dog like Andy, Bernard, I’m so close to the end-zone
Just need one more yard, then I’m done-zo
Yeah I pop benzos, least the jumper better than Lonzo’s!
Actually shoot my shot, unlike Rondo
Catch me whippin’ in the Hondo, going buck wild like a bronco When I get up in her taco, I’m bigger than Tacko...Fall!
[Hook: x2]
Yo I’m vibin!
Through my city ridin
Never catch me lyin
Bitches wanna try him
Talent terrifying
Flying high like Zion
Angers I’m supplying
To the top I’m climbing! (Uh)
[Outro: Leezythegifted]
Yeah yeah yeah, aight aight, he cool, he actually solid
He actually solid, I would swipe right, I would swipe right
He - he cool, he cool, he - he can hang, it's a vibe...
Hahaha was that good? Nah but really though
He - he nice, he's nice, he's actually good...
Oh are we still recording?