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Energy Thief

Cavy

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Cavy - Energy Thief (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cavy
Cavy
Performer
Ryan Cavanagh
Ryan Cavanagh
Performer
Jordan Ward
Jordan Ward
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Cavanagh
Ryan Cavanagh
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah Venomous enemy, selling my soul with a vendetta Could've been a trendsetter with a Beretta, a veteran chopping to better my cheddar My poppa said I'ma get 'em Bottle my venom, never tolerated enemies We survived the fight, never been a mellow act, we supply the bite, bitter when they peddle back It's a fitty fact fact, got the game by the feet like a piggy back, petty but he witty with the raps Anybody wanna get a pass, they gon' have to walk through the mud Feel what I felt, no buzz, everything above Fly mawfucka, live from the rubble Rack up, divide for my brothers Back up the vibe, strap up and ride for my brothers I come supply from the gutter Suck a fat dick if you ain't fuck with us, yuh Tripping offa Remy, got me heavy tryna make a dollar outta penny, but he steady got the peddle, got the whip and I be spitting like a semi no doubt I'm the realest motherfucker, motherfucking out Cyto venom and side effects, I defend 'em Fighter pilot with the buttery double the flow If I'd have hit him with dynamite, body go into fight or flight, I'm a take it up, and rip it up, and go You can never be me, you can't even be you I grew up in bare feet, you grew up in new shoes You care too much, I don't give a fuck about anything that you do, true I don't wanna be you Look at all I've gained, we are not the same, don't tell me I changed, it's on you You can never be me, you can't even be you I grew up in bare feet, you grew up in new shoes You care too much, I don't give a fuck about anything that you do, true I don't wanna be you Look at all I've gained, we are not the same, don't tell me I changed, it's on you Peanut butter colour, got the feet up on 'em Sipping on a Pina Colada, 'til I feel like I'm on a teeter totter Needa Peter Parker my city, we heat up on 'em A lotta motherfuckers see me as a problem, but they never wanna get competitive, wussup They all suck, they ain't ready for combat, nah Fall back, I was living so broke, travelling the road for fifty bucks a show You motherfuckers never struggled, you wannabe nothing but a crab in the bucket I'm doubling profit, you motherfuckers will plummet I promise I mean what I say That goes for anybody who wanna fabricate their name for a little bit of fame, real talk It's that 44 caliber, Willy Mays with a bat, ninth inning, one strike left in 'em Billy Bob, red dot, resurrected from smoke Found a way to be the prodigal part of me, but I'm coming in like Geronimo, no more tripping, I'm living and not middle man benefit from an independent grind Watch me climb as I depend on myself, let's go You can never be me, you can't even be you I grew up in bare feet, you grew up in new shoes You care too much, I don't give a fuck about anything that you do, true I don't wanna be you Look at all I've gained, we are not the same, don't tell me I changed, it's on you You can never be me, you can't even be you I grew up in bare feet, you grew up in new shoes You care too much, I don't give a fuck about anything that you do, true I don't wanna be you Look at all I've gained, we are not the same, don't tell me I changed, it's on you
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