Be easy Be easy Or it'll be a long day Hold on, let me light my blunt, man This shit too easy I'll do it in my sleep Yeah! It's a new game Lame nigga forfeit I'm well ahead, throwin' bread You just horse shit Flow out of this world I'm in orbit More chips So them hoes chase me like Norbit I'm more sick No anidonte High like mandigo Flow crack and it's dope Only talk money, homey I don't understand the broke Take something from me Niggas come and bust yo canalope I'm out here grindin' Like a pair of old brakes Hoe, ain't nothing changed Na, I rep the Burg all day Walk it how I talk it so I talk it how I live it And if you hear me flowin' You should know it's not a gimmick If the topic real shit You should know they count me in it Your girlfriend want me in her mouth Like I'm her dentist The icing on the cake I'm like the glaze, all finished Marijuana scented Windows up, truck tinted You better Skinny nigga And I'm tat, tat, tatted up Run up on me And get rat, tat, tatted up That's a promise, not a threat I'll back it up Pockets gettin' like the old Star Jones, Fat as fuck Got my swagga up Come at me the wrong way Like what the song say It'll be a long day To pass me, you Cassie Got a long way And even seein' first I'm comin' 'round that home plate Come out to the Burg You'll see that I got it poppin' If you real, you fuck with me Y'all ain't got an option See my chain? They like "how did he get all them rocks in? " Want me on your song? I'm a need a lot of guap then Breeze home And he said he going choppa shoppin' So if you got a problem So look to now to stop him That Pistolvania shit, I'm on it And I don't run the Burgh, I own it You better (Go 'head and get ready to kill yourself, man) I'm out her slangin' Rollin' with these hustlas Tryna get rid of all you hatas and you bustas Blowin' my smoke, I get right to it When they play this, Everybody in this bitch get stupid I mean, they just lose it Wildin' like they pissed off Find you wrong place or wrong time You can get lost Lotta niggas mad But the hoes love it Yea, the youngin' super bad You can call me McLovin I'm gettin' in good Makin' my spread And na, I'm never stingy with a plate I break bread My niggas break heads And we 25 deep I see you tryin' hard, nigga But you not me I'm fuckin' young star There's no question, I be Hit hard and then I dance on them like I'm Ali I'm a certified "G" So don't think that I'm just rappin' to you, homey You don't really want something happen to you You better
Written by: CAMERON THOMAZ, CAMERON JIBRIL THOMAZ
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