Zilla Oaks
Energy
I be in the kitchen flipping wrist and making stew
Topping all the charts you can’t see us we too litty
We ain’t gotta roll bitches round us know the deal
We ain’t gotta stress, Flexing on my, ex
You gotta keep the same energy
Your bitch a freak she a ten to me
Now I got ice now you feeling me
I’m not your friend I’m your enemy
I’m not a regular rapper
I write my verse like Nasty
I write my curses in cursive
All my life I can do better
Now you see me put in work
I be doing all my life
Made music my wife
Made music my therapist
Now I got flow now you hate on me
Tell me why why you wanna hate on me
You be sleeping now you wake on me
Iamparty

First I came with No Surprise
I be heading for the crown
Trynna beat you to the moon
Everything I touch is gold
Woke up didn’t have a thing
Look around and see blessings
Used to struggle for a meal
Now I’m working on the deal
Oh lord oh lord
These n***as wanna hate on me
Oh me oh my
Tell these n***as stop stressing me
They ain’t even seen the best of me
Trynna battle call the rest of me
In the studio with the recipe
Cooking cooking you be loving it
Beast mode I’m an animal
Killer flow from the capital
Most of you underrate me
This year is fuck the grammys
I don’t care about your fake love
I don’t like all your energy
I’m the only one keeping it real

With my dawgs
Yeah I did it for my mains yeah
Hit the raw
Yeah I feel it in my veins yeah
Lotta broads
School of thought they give me brain yeah
If she Hard I might take her to my place yeah

Outta place yeah
Outta pace you can’t see me in my lane yeah
I’m not a regular rapper
All o You n***as is actors
Fucked around and made it happen
This year going bananas
Stay out my way dawg
I ain’t impressed with yall
I don’t compete you n***as is week
Really just slept off
But ain’t no zzzz counting no sheep
Ain’t got no days off
Work dun paid off
Now I’m getting laid off
Whats the price

I just met my dealer Jesus Christ
All my life’s been chèques over stripes
Now Check my slime
Catch my vibe
In the jungle all I do is hit my stride
Bitch you plastic you should stay out of my section
We the realest this year is about intentions
So pree my mention
Pree the chain
On my name
Like wo wo wo


Written by Rodney Okafor and Isaac George