EA

[Intro]
Muni, look, listen, Yo

[Verse]
Life ain't a game like EA
N*** snitching in the station 3 days, nah
Picture me on a wire [?]
I had my gun every bop down Freemasons
And a bag of them brownings that hold clips
And another bag of them brownings that hold dick, shit
I roll me a canon and inhale
Lemon dank and Dolce Gabana that’s man's smell, well
Pretty girl, styly, you look good
And if I could you probably woulda took wood
Every visit, bitches like: what you go gym now?
Before she sit on the visit she gotta spin round
And I was in that Range Rover [?]
Muni now we giving [?], main roads
Still got bitches on bitches, it's all mad
They send me pictures on pictures it’s all sad, mad
Still honey, looking all good ina Margiela
But my last [?], can't tell her, it'll heart brek her
Calm sweater, carmella, see I look fancy
[But [?] know, what I blow, I blast Beretta?]
Class seller, [?] drought, I send my runners home
Calm weather, lunch out, I got my stunners on
Dark fella, [?], can't keep they tit in
They digging, us crimehood tugs with no feelings
I've been in 1 2 scraps, I know beef
So I'm winning 1 2 gaffs with no keys
It's Muni - whatever the weather I ain't bummy
John Partridge when it’s cold, Cavali out when it’s sunny
Honey, said she wanna lick the rapper
I said calm as long as you pick my pack up
Cuh feds watching a n***, I'm too flames
Won’t stop slapping my suttin, I'm too game
My new baby saying I'm too goon
Like how you rap this mad, you're too cute
No blue clues, the feds know what I been on
See I been up for years from 2 moves, so
Give me the honours, Ima hit him I promise
Then the burner polished, then go swim where the [cod?] is
Remember me and the deen in the crib where the crop is
She grip my dick and found the stick where the cock is
Honest