Eskimo's Echo (Extended 2)
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- rap
- hardcore hip hop
- east coast hip hop
- trap
- southern hip hop
- dirty south
- thug rap
- conscious
- conscious hip hop
- snare drum
- bass
- future beat
- lyrics
- hip hop
- dirty rap
- clarinet
- bounce
About
Shout-out
Lyrics
Intro
Here's a shout out to my cousin Ant Moe, he was cold with the pistol
My brother Chad used to call him Eskimo, an aim of Green eyes he'll spill your top yo
Verse 1
I'm memory chasing, down that 8-2-8 lane
All these nights in the rain, can’t ever wash out the pain
Ant Moe had the chrome, in his hand he was fate
Chad gave him that name, cold veins, no debate
Eye green, kitchen light flick, streets know his legend
Made moves, risky calls, the future was never pledged in
Now I ride solo, old photo in the ashtray
Heart like Carolina, gone crooked, but I don’t stray
Chorus
Like, woah, all the ghosts roll with me slow
Ant Moe where you go? Memory's a black hole
I just ride, let the past push through the soul
Down the lane, wind cold, never do what I’m told
Verse 2
Every street got a name, every shadow got a lesson
Every relic in my chest is a tale of aggression
People asking, why you ride alone now?
Every friend I had, froze out, they low down
No numbers in the phone, just old voices in the static
Headlights dim, another night, this path’s automatic
Regret's a passenger, don’t pity, don’t chase
My cousin gone cold, but these memories ain’t erased
Chorus
Like, woah, all the ghosts roll with me slow
Ant Moe where you go? Memory's a black hole
I just ride, let the past push through the soul
Down the lane, wind cold, never do what I’m told
Verse 3
Cousin Ant Moe used to hustle in the dead zone
Kicked doors down, made a throne out of headstones
Lost boys drift on, pain here’s perennial
Every dollar earned just debt to the criminal
Running through the red lights, posted with the fiends
Cold words, cracked dreams, bleeding through the seams
Green eyes, saw too much, never talk, never trust
All I got is scars and this ash in my lungs
Chorus
Like, woah, all the ghosts roll with me slow
Ant Moe where you go? Memory's a black hole
I just ride, let the past push through the soul
Down the lane, wind cold, never do what I’m told
Post-Chorus
Roll slow, roll slow, down that lane, yo
Roll slow, roll slow, memories lay low
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