EST Gee – Make It Even Lyrics

Make It Even Lyrics by EST Gee

[Intro] (FOREVEROLLING)

[Verse 1] I had a book before I wrote a hook, tried it and it took
His is bendy, Fendi blended, pressed, and pushed, J wan’ k!ss the cook
This big chopper’ll chop a niqqa roof, gangster as I look
If somethin’ get killed, they hide for two, three months, we chase sh!t down on foot
Tryna bump, it ain’t no front, niqqas ain’t outside to hunt
He was hatin’, I had a hunch, I set somethin’ up and somethin’ get slumped
He ain’t like that it’s a front, put me in a song for what?
Even if it blow, you better not never post a show or nothin’
They get the lo’ and don’t do nothin’, we get the lo’, a soul go up
Why you fake want smoke with us? As if your bucks ain’t slow enough
Niqqas dead, I ain’t makin’ no d!ss, I make hits, they know what’s up
When we war, I’m in the front, but when y’all beef, you Loaded Lux
On the phone, he sound so tough, I pulled up, niqqas wasn’t on nothin’
Most murders last thirty months and niqqas still ain’t called my bluff

 

[Chorus] Yeah, my mama always told me, “Baby, seeing is believing”
He slid on people, wasn’t ’bout beef, and niqqas ain’t no demons
You know to keep your moves quiet, dyin’ if I see him
The reason niqqas know to up that yeeky, ain’t no speakin’
The reason niqqas grievin’, tryna clique up, make it even
The reason niqqas need help grievin’, doctor, stop the bleedin’
The reason niqqas’ people pay for peace, but ain’t no treaty
The reason niqqas grievin’, tryna clique up, make it even

 

[Verse 2] You ain’t gotta tell me niqqas bums and ain’t on nothin’ like I ain’t certain
Last time we was face-to-face at weekend was a funeral service
It’s gon’ always end in hearses, I took over through murder
I’m a boss, but suit up like a worker, I’m on this on purpose
We slide, I put the cleats aside and wet the field with Jergens
Like talkin’, I think niqqas workin’, startin’ to make me nervous
That stick involved in several murders, clean, but it’s still dirty
And the game, it blessed me ’cause I play with courage, streets atop my jersey
I got rich and get you stretched for thirty, Houston to New Jersey
It took prayin’ for me to find my purpose, make sure I was worthy
I ain’t say nothin’ and they all heard me, however I word it
To see me shine, I know they dyin’, they can’t decide which worse

 

[Chorus] Yeah, my mama always told me, “Baby, seeing is believing”
He slid on people, wasn’t ’bout beef, and niqqas ain’t no demons
You know to keep your moves quiet, dyin’ if I see him
The reason niqqas know to up that yeeky, ain’t no speakin’
The reason niqqas grievin’, tryna clique up, make it even
The reason niqqas need help grievin’, doctor, stop the bleedin’
The reason niqqas’ people pay for peace, but ain’t no treaty
The reason niqqas grievin’, tryna clique up, make it even