Evisu – Lauren Declasse
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Evisu

Verse 1

Tell me what you know about a playa
I came to fuck the game up [Yeah
Man, I could've served yay, instead I serve the bass up [Yeah
Sun beamin' through the trees, driving down La Brea
Tires peelin', hear the screech? Tryna go places
Writin' heat and murder beats, I'm a cold-caser [Caser
Nuts hangin' out my jeans, I'm a floor scraper [Ayy
Let 'em hate, I play the game, it's a long way up
Tryna get my name up
'Member back when players used to rock Evisu
VCRs and big ass screens [Big ass screens
Bright ass cars and long ass tees [Long ass tees
Wild ass broads in tight ass jeans [Tight ass jeans
That was summer for me, countin' Mississippi [Mississippi
Down to the river, bound by a rhythm [Rhythm
Smile when I'm wit' ya, frown when I'm isn't [Isn't
Drown an elixir, dodgin' the prisons [Prisons
Ridin' for my niggas doing numbers in a system [Woo]

Chorus

This is real talk
I'm a real Brooklyn nigga, this is real talk
I'm talkin' right by Linden P's, this is real talk
I used to rock Evisu jeans, that's just real talk, real talk [Woo
This is real talk
I'm a real Brooklyn nigga, this is real talk
You livin' life on a screen, that ain't real talk
Used to rock Evisu jeans, this—

Verse 2

Tell me what you know about a playa
I need hands in the air [Air
Twenty-five, eight, I'm in the lair [Lair
Workin' off the wake up, man, I need a crib by a Laker [Laker
Lakeside crib by a Laker [Bitch
Why these niggas hate us? Damn, on my mans, say a prayer [Prayer
Lord, save us from all the demons tryna spray us [Spray us
The naysayers tryna figure out the flavor
Where you stay at? Where you grandma place at?
For Pete's sake, God's sake, shawty from the peach state
Strippin' off her mindstate, eat it like some cheesecake
Cake, cake, patty cake, Betty May, Anna Mae
Pretty, brown, round thing shakin', that's a pound cake
We don't need her, we don't even, we so greedy, sip on Fiji
Treat 'em, beat it, then we leave it, c'est la vie, the state I be in
Tell her things I never mean and sell her dreams, then get between it
Break her down, pick up the pieces, then I sleep on Tempur-Pedics [Woo]

Chorus

This is real talk
I'm a real Brooklyn nigga, this is real talk
I'm talkin' right by Linden P's, this is real talk
I used to rock Evisu jeans, that's just real talk, real talk [Woo
This is real talk
I'm a real Brooklyn nigga, this is real talk
You livin' life on a screen, that ain't real talk
Used to rock Evisu jeans, that's just real talk

Verse 3

Now you know about a playa, class in my last name, my fashion
The cash, give me bags from the bag, chase, imagine
The last place a nigga could be ashy, I'm classy
Relaxing, came up from a bad space, I'm nasty
C-C-Can't stop until my name heavy, chain heavy
Everything heavy, ring on my pinky fing' heavy
Wayne Gretzky skatin' on my necklace [On my necklace
Top five, still alive, had to check it off the checklist [Ooh
"Tadow", layin' things flat out [Layin' things flat out
Know we came with that thang in case we take it that route [Take it that route
I'm just sayin', what you mean? No more playin' around [Playin' around
Whole team gettin' green, know we say what we 'bout, ooh
Woo, woo, understand I'm goin' beast mode [Beast mode
Try ya chance on a plane with my amigos [Mi amigos
Try again, flying JFK to Heathrow
Young and lethal, and he hailin' from the East Coast, yeah

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