Intro - E.T.

Is it right or is it wrong?

Guess I’ll know after this song?

It’s a product of its own

That’s the kinda shit I’m on

Is it right or is it wrong?

Guess I’ll know after this song?

It’s a product of its own

That’s the kinda shit I’m on

I lost so much I don’t know anymore

Cried so much I didn’t even know the source

And I know a man ain’t supposed to talk about these things so I

Buckle myself up and tell myself that I’m king and I’ll

Never stop until lose it all I’m breaking out

My heart is sore my heart is numb but still nigga made it out

My body feeling weak this mental getting physical

My writing at its peak and niggas thought I’m quitting though

I’m clearing niggas out my way

Until a milli in a day

I’m clearing bitches out my way

Coz no a nigga feel no way

Coz I can’t be quiet no more

Coming for everything they said that I will never get

Oh, refuse to let me in?

I’m bringing all my fiends we kicking the door

Breaking everything and tear your balcony to the floor

Ain’t got no time for no lovey dovey shit

Damn straight ain’t got no time for no buddy buddy shit

There for me, you will be the death of me

There for me, you will be the death of me

There for me, you will be the death of me

You done been there for me

Angel by my side pray for me

Don’t you go away from me

Don’t you go away from me

You done been there for me

Angel by my side pray for me

Don’t you go away from me

Don’t you go away from me

You done been there for me

Angel by my side pray for me

Don’t you go away from me

Don’t you go away from me

Wanted to teach you something

Wanted my verse to get you jumping

Wanted to keep me grounded

Wanted your words to beg me pardon

I’ve seen worse never complained

They tried to curse never sustained

I was birthed on a Friday

A young nigga blessed like Sunday

Don’t you holla I’m not your brethren

Where I stay at cerebellum

Where I’ll lay at Bethlehem

I keep it moving caravan

Man this flow is killa cam

Stevie been a killa man

Age 11 was a man

Nothing was ever the same

Easy life never had that

Could give a fuck about a hashtag

Easy rhymes make em half mad you might as well put the shit on watt pad

«Is he right?

«better ask

I been grinding whole lifetime

Been had a target on my back

Make sense that’s where they stab at

«Is it right or is it wrong?

«Guess I’ll know after this song

«It's a product of its own «That's the kinda shit I’m on

Right or is it wrong?

Guess I’ll know after this song

Product of its own

That’s the kinda shit I’m on god damn

Coz I can’t be quiet no more

Coming for everything they said that I will never get

Oh, refuse to let me in?

I’m bringing all my fiends we kicking the door

Breaking everything and tear your balcony to the floor

Ain’t got no time for no lovey dovey shit

Damn straight ain’t got no time for no buddy buddy shit