EZ Pimp Ye - From the Ashes Lyrics

EZ's in the stu
Now he's got the crew
Another pair of shoes
Stackin' bands a few
Just installed a pool
Givin' money to the school
Erase the public fools
Knowledge is his tool
Yes sir I'm back
Been a long time coming time to attack
Time to drop anotha fire track
Got lyrics that can break your back
In the bedroom I break more backboards than Shaq
Lyrical kung fu skadoosh, Jack Black
Still unsigned f*ck a contract
Diss me and I'll shut yo ass down like a good cornerback
Gone too long, head's finally clear after a few hits of the bong
Don't get it twisted, will f*ck you up, beat my chest like King Kong
Greatest ever to record a f*ckin' song
Any doubt is 187 dead wrong
Shit me and my homies be 231 strong
Gettin' our way and you'll be 911 gone
Ain't afraid to catch a stray 81 Megatron
Got that timeless flow 1227 Genghis Khan
Swish, I'm back, ball through the net that's that
Swish, this my comeback track, swish
I rose from the ashes
Bitch I rose from the ashes
Bitch I rose from the mother f*ckin' ashes
Take some wins and some losses yo
Have you losin' your balance like AI crosses you yo
We the mother f*ckin' game's bosses bro
We covered in green like we Boston yo
I ain't the one to f*ck with bro
Shit, run the floor, shoot the shot, throw the oop
F*ck it we the Lake Show
Always believed in hoes before bros
Never believed in losin' before I retire
Realized I was takin' an L so I unretired
Knock yo ass out like Adonis Creed I'm a fighta
I'm a star that only shines brighta
No one wants my smoke I'm a south-paw rappa
With a blunt in my mouth I'm Air Force One
I'm only gettin' higha
So much swag looks like I got 10 designers
Tryna reach the finals every year like Bron
Good enough to dominate, retire, then dom again Jordan
Greatest in the mitten apologies to Big Sean
First album was a hit, second was so-so
Third will have you eatin' out of my f*ckin' palm
It's hard for me to body track after track and remain f*ckin' calm
This ain't even music it's a f*ckin' psalm
I remember growin' up wishin I was richa
Mama said if I keep grindin' my kids won't have to
I believe her, I believe her, I believe her
Swish, I'm back, ball through the net that's that
Swish, this my comeback track, swish
I rose from the ashes
Bitch I rose from the ashes
Bitch I rose from the mother f*ckin' ashes
Risin' from the ashes
Shoot the shot like Cassius
Posted up like Magic
Abra Kadabra a bad bitch ay
Booty flippin on a Sunday
She straight out of the runway
She the one for Pimp Ye
On her knees she ain't prayin'
Pull up in designer
Ain't nobody finer
4 chains that's fire
He's rappin' with desire
Always he is iced out
Watch out 'cause he might pounce
Shoota in his right pouch
Make yo ass slouch down
Back on the track like fat racks
Max attack backboard with the Shaq smash
Dick through the back glass
Firewalk on the Mike Jack
Beats bands when he smacks ass
Chi-Town 8 track
Tape deck wind back
Homicide AR-15s, Drake's type, when he dreams
They don't know how it's goin'
Killin' em freeze iced out stick snowin'
Hayes on the flow and you know he ain't stoppin'
Get the glock clicked back, locked loaded and it's poppin'
It's the fire he's spittin' that's hot
Got the money he spreadin' like a thot
Cross him and you gonna get shot
Roll the dice all my brothers know what's goin' on
You gotta shoot them bitches twice
Eat ass, smoke grass, kill 'em, for Hayes
He's back