Lyrics No Longer Struggle - E-Man

Yeah
Ayeee
No longer struggle
Uhh
When I spit it's sick like I'm hocking a loogie
Pull up to events, I get crackin like booty
E-Man immaculate, word from your groupie
Devils wear Prada, so I keep it Gucci
Play me on the train or metro, earphones be booming
Conductor on the beat, I eat a track without chewing
We can go at it like Hutu and Tutsi
No discussion call your brothers, make em look like rookies
You ain't want repercussions homie, that's on me
Word to my cousin no boogie
Strap under my bed like the boogie mane
Write my bars in monsters ink, like the movie mane
Monster in my closet, Mike Wazowski
Careful with you words, I know where your house be
Hiding in your sisters closet, I know where her blouse be (haha)
New to the scene, but I'm really out here
When I blow up I'll be the big Lebowski
Dressed in all black like an emo
You cannot see me like Cena, find me like Nemo
The darkest of knights, but don't get it twisted
I move like a villain, but I am so righteous might just die as a hero

Yeah
Ayee
Uh huh uh huh
Yeah

Woke up in a movie it seems, with graphic scenes
Rated R like a pirate, hit the streets to riot
She want a little bit of me, she on a diet
Your girl recommend your sis to try me, love the way she eye me
Shawty do it like Nike
Three of us rolling around like a trike
She got that Fenty makeup on my white tee
And yeeup!
Oh I think she like me
I wreak gas and wreak havoc
She down like D-Town, she a maverick
Shooters shoot, call me Dirk
Turn your girl to fanatic in ways you couldn't imagine
And she in love with the rapping
And man I knew this would happen
I ain't no psyche, it's a given when you're gifted
Lyrics nice, wack voice
It's your choice but I hope that you listen
And man I hope that you listen
Hope that you listen (please)
Hope that you... whatever

Yeah
Ayee
No longer struggle

Yeah
If it don't slap, it ain't coming from me
Your girl heard my track, now she coming for E
Always celebrate, yeah my migos feliz
So much eight ball on the ground, we playing pool in the street
In the homies 64, I feel Eazy-E
Playing Kali Uchis in Cali, let that Bluetooth link (no aux)
Hardly be at the beach, find me out in the street
On the block where it's hot, coming out of LV
Summertime vacay I might go to LA (Inglewood)
Moved away like andele, now I reside in the Bay
The Oak where I be, the Hay where I stay
Living out my dark twisted fantasy

Lost in the world, feeling like Ye
Never lackin, monster packing, I won't run away
So much heat in the street, it's not new to me
Where they swangin them thangs and no one call police

Always on my feet, forgetting the day
Barely could sleep, got a lot on my plate
But barely could eat
Work like andele
You on delay
Shawty so bad, put her on display
She getting sad, cuz I'm far away
You getting mad, cuz I'm getting paid
I get the bag, put it in my case
I get the case, throw it in a duffle
We no longer struggle

Yeah
Get the bag like a duffle
No longer struggle