E the Musician - No Games Lyrics

It's E
Yeah I'm about to pop off
Load it, Cock it, Brrah
Getting stronger call me the rock
Underground but I'll come out on top (aye)
Always hot, ain't no preheat
Rhyme like buttercream, man it's too sweet (ooh)
Fighting off the enemy call me Bruce Lee (yeah)
And they love me call me Lucy
Going old school with that boom bap (ooh)
They been sleeping on me caught them mid nap
Yeah Haters telling me nah you can't do that (ooh)
Saying E man you're too wack for rap (aye)
But I found out that I'm rich rich
Yeah not with money but the Holy Spirit
Spirit got me clean dirty dishes
Yeah I love to tell the story, brought me from rags to riches (yeah)
Not going for fame and fortune
Yeah like your ex man, yeah I'm ghostin'
Yeah it's not my face that I'm showing
But the face of the One that I put my hope in (aye)
No lo hago solito
Yo no voy primero no not me bro
Me perdone sin merecerlo, limpiecito
Washed and squeaky clean, white as snow como werito (ooh)
Not going back to the old me
He's phony
Circle was very big but he was actually so lonely
But cut the past out like soda
And now it's time to get moving forward, Toyota
Now it's my time to get it though
Not everybody can do it clinical
They don't believe in me yeah it's pitiful
Tell me to choose either to sing or rap but guess what I'll do both
Yeah I'm about to pop off
Load it, Cock it, Brrah
Getting stronger call me the rock
Underground but I'll come out on top
Taking aim towards the goal
Think I'm scared that's a no
Ain't a game, not a troll
I ain't high I don't roll
I ain't trippin' on the molly
Santa Clause is what they call me
Yeah I'm feeling very jolly
Unashamed ain't no prolly
They say they hit the ones and twos
I stay on one I don't lose
Staying slow they wanna cruise
On a yacht I'm faster than these dudes
Staying high that's the plan
Not on drugs, not the Xan'
On His will, He's the man
Mineo, I never land
Don't really care if they think I'm lame
Think I'm gonna stop cause of what they think of me (ooh)
Call me chicken, trying to intimidate
Only chicken I know is what I cook at Chick-fil-A (hey)
And the flows getting scary
Have you running to the monastery (ooh)
Dangerous, high grade, military
Looking like a jet, Jason Terry (c'mon)
Running through the middle, don't get in the way
Yeah I ain't in the cut, I'm all up in your face
You're gonna see my flow is crispy, Frito Lay
Name might not be Tyga, but you will get a taste
Names always on the list
Always real, no counterfeit
I'm out the oven, grab a mit
Glad to have another day
Not Christmas but I still slay
Not Ugandan but I know the way
Are you sure you wanna play (yeah)
Yeah I'm about to pop off
Load it, Cock it, Brrah
Getting stronger call me the rock
Underground but I'll come out on top