Yikes

[Intro] This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah And this gon' be your favorite song [Verse 1] Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do I’m down for gettin' dirty, boy, I came from the trenches Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses Give 'em what they demand Bury you where you stand What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man? First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing Like any artist with my craft, I work hard I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car (Are you stupid?) I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is Yo' only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot Kinda sound like Fetty Wap Dammit, Tory, when will it stop? (To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians) [Chorus] And that Eazy Call on the way Eazy Call on the way You should stay the fuck out my way Get the fuck out my lane [Verse 2] Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit Every other rap verse suckin' on that Drake dick It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic (I don't give a f—, stole from all you...) You don’t put no fear in me, nigga Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga Don’t back paddle from the smoke 'cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit Before yo' next move, think twice 'Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo' life That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go I put a couple grand on your head Have some of your old friends become new foes For me the goons pull up packin' pieces and kill things Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing With stains on your shirt, screamin' out "It hurt" First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt As I recall, I been that nigga When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga Your temperature, I'ma check that, nigga You Wesley Johnson This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga It's Eazy [Chorus] And that Eazy Call on the way Eazy Call on the way You should stay the fuck out my way Get the fuck out my lane Said that Eazy Call on the way Eazy Call on the way You should stay the fuck out my way Get the fuck out my lane [Verse 3] Hol’ up, hol’ up Got some more, got some more shit to say I could take the credit for a lot of niggas' style But I got my pub so I’m good for a while You gon' have to do more than just say it If it weren’t for Interscope, yo' records wouldn’t be playin You split up your checks like 150 ways While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z Hella plaques on the wall Grammy talk, Grammy talk April 6th, April 6th Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way Yikes [Outro] You should prolly just chill, bro Just chill, take a L You gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga