Ibrahim's lyrics and melodies are an inspiration; encouraging those near and far to aspire to their own dreams. His style varies from pop to rock to R&B and indie. Entertaining, through music and dance, is what he is born to do and he swiftly managed to grab the attention of Kilma Creative Studios; a Dubai-based record company that will help E.B share what he has to offer with the world.
On & On
E.B Lyrics
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Uh huh, yeah
Ayo, Al, I got you
Ayo, the Butcher coming, nigga
Look, I got ten niggas with me, all body catchers
That’s ten straps and Air Max 97's
You know why we legends, ask the streets, yeah
The day my brother died like 9/11, I missed him
He smoked a big one when he took that backseat ride to heaven
She see my watch, but I don’t got a second
This wrist got us extras, it’s in the pot doing calisthenics
They talk tough talk, but they don’t want no issues
All they talk is gunplay, but they don’t own no pistols
Sat down at a meeting, manteca on the menu
Red laser on the nickel, turn a hater to a Hindu
If you used to being broke, then this paper gon’ offend you
Niggas either dick ridin' or they paid for their credentials
I was young, the plug told me, “Just be patient, I’ma hit you
Shit slow, just work with me, just take what I can give you”
I took that, doubled back and got greater, I continued
‘Cause my loyalty as good as any favor I could lend you
You can hate, but I’m official, I don’t break ‘cause I ain't brittle
That’s real G shit, if you a gangster, I commend you, ah
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
My background official, I don’t back down from issues
I spin back ‘round and get you, pull my mask down and clip you
You can go and check my record, not a blemish on my file
The whole Griselda bought Rolex's and put VS's on the dial
My man calling home sick, said he stressing over trial
I said, “You get a hundred years, you still a legend in the town”
We was youngsters who grew to be crooked, they threw me in bookin'
This beef shit, speak up, this Uzi’ll cook it
They played hoops, I played the stoop with the tool and the bushings
First day I met your old lady, she threw me the pussy
Yeah, we real niggas, hundred grand, that’s my mother fault
I need another vault, nigga, yeah, that’s hustler talk
In this game of life, it mean death if you come up short
My man doing a stretch for a body that his brother caught
Cocaine jumping out the pot, so you know
That my post game standing on this block like Karl Malone, ah
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
Rubber bands and weight, rubber bands and weight
My other plans can wait, did twenty grand a day
Rubber bands and weight, rubber bands and weight
The song On & On by E.B. talks about his experiences as a drug dealer on the streets. He raps about having ten people with him who are all ready to take care of any situation that might arise. He also talks about being a legend on the streets and having a reputation for being someone who always delivers. E.B. raps about putting the microwave on 90 seconds to stretch his drugs and how his loyalty is just as important as any other favor he could give anyone. Throughout the song, E.B.'s tone is confident and self-assured as he talks about his life on the streets.
The chorus of the song talks more about E.B.'s drug dealings. He raps about his block where he made $20,000 a day selling drugs. He also raps about dope fiends coming up to him looking for drugs, and how he was always open for business no matter what time of day it was. The lyrics suggest a bleak and dangerous reality where making money through selling drugs was considered the only way out.
Line by Line Meaning
Look, I got ten niggas with me, all body catchers
I have ten people with me who are all capable of handling any dangerous situations that may come up
That’s ten straps and Air Max 97's
We are all armed and ready for any potential conflict
They watched me stretch it, I put the microwave on 90 seconds
I am capable of cooking drugs quickly and efficiently
She see my watch, but I don’t got a second
People are envious of my riches, but I don't have time to waste on their envy
They talk tough talk, but they don’t want no issues
People talk a lot, but they are not actually willing to engage in any real conflict
Sat down at a meeting, manteca on the menu
I attended a meeting where illegal activities were being discussed (manteca is slang for heroin)
If you used to being broke, then this paper gon’ offend you
If you're used to being poor, then seeing the amount of money I have will make you feel uncomfortable or envious
Niggas either dick ridin' or they paid for their credentials
People either try to ride on my success, or they actually earn their success
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
I am involved in selling cocaine, and have a lot of money from it
My background official, I don’t back down from issues
I have a legitimate background, and I am not afraid to confront problems head on
You can go and check my record, not a blemish on my file
If you look into my history, you will find that there are no negative marks
In this game of life, it mean death if you come up short
If you don't succeed in life, you may feel like a failure and it can lead to despair
My man doing a stretch for a body that his brother caught
My friend is serving a prison sentence for a crime that his brother committed
Rubber bands and weight, rubber bands and weight
I have a lot of money from my drug selling operation, and I keep it organized with rubber bands
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