The Story of E ft. Charles Vega Lyrics

Simply a topic to talk about

These bitches are rats so I'm pulling out cheese I'ma draw them out

I come with my energy like I'm on coke in a coffee house

Heart of McGregor got hands like I'm Pacquiao so when I swing I'm just knocking them out

I never knew what I wanted to be but I been knew I has the power to rock crowds from the Y town

Then I started rapping, pull the trigger you know that it's automatic

I predicted your death and I brought a casket

Smoke a quarter then I'm back to being the Lord of the Sword and Axe

I go to war and back, send a mortar their orders are "blow your back up"

Applying the pressure, prepare for a shore attack

Words from the prophet, "I'm never stopping 'till the morgue is packed"

Give a fuck 'bout what he believe in, man I'm tired of people pleasing

The one that you think you can trust he'll just go and fall victim to secrecy

So y'all couldn't see what I'm fucking seeing

Got G's like I work at Victoria's Secret, I also got love for Astoria queens

This the beginning you witness me living The Story of E

(You living The Story of E)

(You living The Story of E)

(You living The Story of E)

(You living the story for free)

(You living The Story of E)

Story of Ethan

Let me drop and we could call it even

Cause I just wanna make it to the room

The god gotta leave so see you soon

Every single track got a boom

I can be a GOAT through you

If you want the world it takes two

Any chance I got to break through

They don't know what's happening

I come from the future I'm back again

Doc said my shit hard so he gave me a laxative then said it comes with a bag

With the glass I move racks of it

Now I'm at four and a half, looking like Jeff with these packages

Yo even the Bible says hating on me is just sacrilegious so say but to Heaven you can't get in

Me and music were blessed with a sacrament

Holy Matrimony, y'all lowers be chiefing the grass like you wanna be Patrick Mahomes

In the game I pay taxes of ownership

Gotta stop holding that day on my shoulder that shit's not a poker chip

In the past I was broken but who cares cause you always gotta move forward to fix it

Now we moving up, got the hoes and they posing for pictures

Asking for autographs, I got stupid game and I'm snatching some numbers my phone almost look like an almanac

I step outside and I own the block

How y'all scream my name it's a culture shock

I went to Corona from soda pop, always showing off

Any move is a step from The Corner Pocket that's the night we were sort of popping

Ain't a day I ain't thought about it

When I get into character, breaking the barrier they say I got Michael Jordan hops

Turn an eighth to a platinum record, turn a club to a scene when I'm acting reckless

They know me for being so damn passive aggressive

But truth is it's coming and I'm getting tired of y'all asking questions