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Evince or Die (Intro) Video (MV)




Performed By: Me
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Bob McNeil




Me - Evince or Die (Intro) Lyrics
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F*ck being nice
My nigga in prison for half of his life
For handlin ice
Servin it pitchin it
Slippin from nicks
In the cinder
Drippin in kitchin to kitchen
To livin in prison
With niggas who killin
Like killin
Was meant for them
The judge resentenced them
Makin the niggas defendin him
Seem like they screamin for reasons
We keepin but don't be believin
Like tough
They made it all up
It shoots plastic or what
I'm as real
I'm as real as they
Imagine
If grabbin attention was all she was grabbin
And rappin was second to nothing but
ME
Space'em out
Them or ME
Adjacent route
You can plot the course
Faded out
Like I'm losin my
That was too easy
I'm rappin through Speakerboxx
Speakin of
She lives in my lap
My niggas behind me
You gotta rewind me to get why
You signing checks to balance
My checkin so frequent
That checkin the niggas behind me
Defeating the purpose
You workin/ I'm workin
Look
It's as simple as
Ain't no overnighters over here
We like stock brokers over here
We true owners over here
I could dumb it down in a billion ways
Like different ways saying the same shit
S'pose to fix it
I could even end the verse with it
F*ck being nice
My nigga in prison for half of his life
For handlin ice
Servin it pitchin it
Slippin from nicks
In the cinder
Drippin in kitchin to kitchen
To livin in prison
With niggas who killin
Like killin
Was meant for them
Like killin was meant for them
So who the f*ck killin them
When it's the same
Shit
Drive by
Hands dial
9 1 1 dies
Everytime bullets fly
That's a problem
In places where violence on the rise
So I get lost
Who do we call
These Blue bloodies
Bout the same as the rest of y'all
And the rest of y'all niggas fake
You only real on your ig page
How you only real when a somebody say cheese
Makes no sense to me
Makes no sense that we
Even consider your best a test for me
I'm just flexin
Please don't stand next to me
I might explode
I might go
Zero to a hundred
On set go
Nah I ain't movin til the check show
Just saying
I need plans before I land
I need leather on those seats
We all goin eat
Pardon me
Part of me
Is partially
Possibly
Understating how a nigga really
Feelin
Get it
I could even end the song with it
F*ck being nice
My nigga in prison for half of his life
For handlin ice
Servin it pitchin it
Slippin from nicks
In the cinder
Drippin in kitchin to kitchen
To livin in prison
With niggas who killin
Like killin was meant for them
You get the point right
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F*ck being nice
My nigga in prison for half of his life
For handlin ice
Servin it pitchin it
Slippin from nicks
In the cinder
Drippin in kitchin to kitchen
To livin in prison
With niggas who killin
Like killin
Was meant for them
The judge resentenced them
Makin the niggas defendin him
Seem like they screamin for reasons
We keepin but don't be believin
Like tough
They made it all up
It shoots plastic or what
I'm as real
I'm as real as they
Imagine
If grabbin attention was all she was grabbin
And rappin was second to nothing but
ME
Space'em out
Them or ME
Adjacent route
You can plot the course
Faded out
Like I'm losin my
That was too easy
I'm rappin through Speakerboxx
Speakin of
She lives in my lap
My niggas behind me
You gotta rewind me to get why
You signing checks to balance
My checkin so frequent
That checkin the niggas behind me
Defeating the purpose
You workin/ I'm workin
Look
It's as simple as
Ain't no overnighters over here
We like stock brokers over here
We true owners over here
I could dumb it down in a billion ways
Like different ways saying the same shit
S'pose to fix it
I could even end the verse with it
F*ck being nice
My nigga in prison for half of his life
For handlin ice
Servin it pitchin it
Slippin from nicks
In the cinder
Drippin in kitchin to kitchen
To livin in prison
With niggas who killin
Like killin
Was meant for them
Like killin was meant for them
So who the f*ck killin them
When it's the same
Shit
Drive by
Hands dial
9 1 1 dies
Everytime bullets fly
That's a problem
In places where violence on the rise
So I get lost
Who do we call
These Blue bloodies
Bout the same as the rest of y'all
And the rest of y'all niggas fake
You only real on your ig page
How you only real when a somebody say cheese
Makes no sense to me
Makes no sense that we
Even consider your best a test for me
I'm just flexin
Please don't stand next to me
I might explode
I might go
Zero to a hundred
On set go
Nah I ain't movin til the check show
Just saying
I need plans before I land
I need leather on those seats
We all goin eat
Pardon me
Part of me
Is partially
Possibly
Understating how a nigga really
Feelin
Get it
I could even end the song with it
F*ck being nice
My nigga in prison for half of his life
For handlin ice
Servin it pitchin it
Slippin from nicks
In the cinder
Drippin in kitchin to kitchen
To livin in prison
With niggas who killin
Like killin was meant for them
You get the point right
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Writer: Bob McNeil
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