Zizou - That's Right lyrics

[Hook] b**hes on the left, that's right Homies on the right, that's right We ride in the back, that's right We know we're ignorant all right? I ain't trying to fight, let's write I know you're trying to bite, that's right I could do this all night I'll beat you at your own game all right? [Verse 1] It's 83, sun shining through the rear view Picture me, rolling deep, got a clear view It's Pennsylvania love, California twist on it I roll up on your b**h, yea she'll twist on it Uh Sipping iced tea mixed with ice cubes Have a brunch of quail eggs with some quaaludes With a duchess whose shorts you'd never sell short On bail at Rock The Bells with Jordan Belfort, what Momma told me pray for the weak I ain't listen, now I prey on the weak I can dream, 50k in one week I'mma be rich, I ain't trying to be meek On the freeway freeing up free will Let it breathe, I'mma be real I like my money dog, I don't try to lie about it So do you, but you're taught you should be shy about it, what [Hook] [Verse 2] Lyrics' basically periods to careers I capitalize every time I finish with the sentence If I hear one more life's a b**h line I'mma turn to Jack the Ripper dog, and end it Guys are played out, sounding so dumb But I hear them on the radio, how come? This is sickening, they say I'm paying dues Wading through the bullsh**, hope I make it through Maybe I just jump on tracks and dumb it down Make it for yourself, the real fans will come around That's all I needed, now I'm going on a side note I'm shoving my agenda, hope this b**h got a wide throat Ethan Bence I'm k**ing every rapper easily You need a ghostwriter? I will aid you like Eazy-E Don't be mad at me, you hate the player and the game We all slaves, don't hate the master, break the chains [Hook] [Verse 3] Ethan Bence, welcome ladies and gents I don't got a whip, you push a Mercedes for rent I don't gotta lie, I'm confident, I'm walking what I'm talking b**h You're looking at the definition of real And you'll never hear me spit about me gripping the steel Or all the people I k**ed, or how it's real in the field Or all the d** that I've done, or all the cane that I've slung If you lived it, I respect it, if you didn't you're respect-less I expect more from a genre so raw This an art form, you only discredit it The critics see a couple fakers and they write us off And say the game is hedonistic, but they fed us it Tune into a rap station if you wonder why And then you'll see why every rapper who just wants to sign Use the same formula, it's a vicious cycle I never won, I'm the one, that's a typo [Hook]