Melvo G - EEtha (feat. Lolo DaBoss, Big My & Revo Belle)

I don't even really
I don't really gotta say too much forreal
They already know
When they see my name on the beat
They already know what it is
Nah forreal
Yeah
They don't know my name
But they gon learn it
Fuck they talking bout
It's Revo Belle Bitch
Lo
Big My
Tell them bitches stop playing so much
Yeah Yeah Yeah
UNH UNH
This rapping shit be too fun
Don't play with me like a console
This ain't New York boy are you dumb
You talk a lot are you done
Stop talking back
You my son
Bitch I'm not the one or the two
Or the three either
They got all these guns
They gon shoot you gon feel heaters
Treat you like Big Rona
Checking temperatures a high fever
They know I'm the goat
They gon fuck around and call Peta
Trynna diss me on a song
Imma give you the EEtha
I ain't checking for no bitch
It ain't no check in it
Said he love me told him put his neck in it
I ain't fucking round with no fuck nigga
I been chasing trying get my bag bigger
Bigger dreams bigger image
Whatever my name on imma kill it
Long live my brother imma make em feel it
Lil bitch I call the shots and send them
Only thing fifty bout me is these fifty rounds
In my eyes bitch I'm the realist
Bitch I'm the ticket
These bitches be scared in person
All the fuck I hear is the crickets
My brothers be shooting shit like a snippet
They want all the smoke behind me ain't no limit
Can't let a nigga knock me off of my pivot
No competition bitches know that I'm winning
She's hot flammable
Pretty radical
Eating niggas up
Like she's Hannibal
Vibe intangible
Soul is magical
Queen of the jungle
Going animal
Rah
Put me in the lime light
Show you how to shine bright
Center stage stealing the show
Cuz baby it's my time right
Rap is going under going under
Going under Gone
Bringing back hip hop reviving beats
I breathe life call me God
Perfect light being I'm flawed
Solo never need a squad
Everyday I'm living my truth
You niggas lives facades
Let's go
I'm so legit solar clips
Gotta let go to quit
But that won't happen
Been thru a lot of shit
I'm proud of it
But I got out of it
And now I'm rapping
Cut a lot of friends
They was actin
Left a lot of men
They was capping
Dropped a lot of plugs
They was taxing
Showed a lot of love
Don't know what happened
Let's go
UNH UNH
This rapping shit be too fun
Don't play with me like a console
This ain't New York boy are you dumb
You talk a lot are you done
Stop talking back
You my son
Bitch I'm not the one or the two
Or the three either
They got all these guns
They gon shoot you gon feel heaters
Treat you like Big Rona
Checkin temperatures a high fever
They know I'm the goat
They gon fuck around and call Peta
Trynna diss me on a song
Imma give you the EEtha
Mother father birth me I'm a scholar
DC baby work me made me harder
Every hood here got a Carter
Every lil kid got a dollar
I don't trust niggaz in Impalas
Every week my sister in a parlor
I almost got jumped into a gang
Back when I was only seventeen
But they ain't called gangs
They called cliques
Here we got nuggets and strips
Y'all lil niggaz ain't up on shit
Call up Duffy piss on y'all rip
Call up Melvo he solid
Yeah I heard your tape is garbage
Take off on a plane it's private
Like why the hell I need a pilot
Know some niggaz that be fly as shit
But they would never fly up out of here
Why they do the things that they do
Don't ask me I have no idea
Don't talk to me cuz I do not care
Don't cry to me about being fair
If you lie to me Imma just stare
At you
Have my mans to come get you
Better pray if they catch you
I'm in love with my music
I'm so glad that I met you
You a lucky guy if I text you
GOD willing I bless you
I love what I do
I just wanna be special
I just wanna be free
I just wanna be me
I just wanna be ready
When it's time for the big leagues
I'm
Trynna get me a Jeep
New clients every week
Cuz Jrob keep sending them
Like when the fuck can I sleep
UNH UNH
This rapping shit be too fun
Don't play with me like a console
This ain't New York boy are you dumb
You talk a lot are you done
Stop talking back
You my son
Bitch I'm not the one or the two
Or the three either
They got all these guns
They gon shoot you gon feel heaters
Treat you like Big Rona
Checkin temperatures a high fever
They know I'm da goat
They gon fuck around and call Peta
Trynna diss me on a song
Imma give you the EEtha

Written by:
LaVonda Oliver, Myonni Thompkins, Tiffany Thornton

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