Easy Hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Birds of a feather flock together
That ain't nothing special
Yeah I tell ya, different levels
Can't compare or measure
Trust that gut feelin
Came to bring the pressure
Trust that gut feelin
It'll bring the treasures
They speak non sense
Dilute the content
They make fast food
This ain't a contest
I'ma real woman
Not an object
I'ma real artist
Read the fine print
You cant have my soul
This is God sent
In a category by myself
Is where I fit
Don't start beef
Unless you came equip
Wacth me as I Anker ship
Wipen off my shoulders
That's Potato chips
Lays
Slays
Studied, elevate
People work my nerves
Like every single day
Fightin all these battles
I think ima give him Praise
Lookn where I started
I done came along ways
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Sometimes it's hard to fail
Sometimes it's hard to sail
Sometimes it seems forever
Sometimes it's hard to tell
Drink from water falls
As we float in rivers
Trustn with ya heart
Will leave it unfamiliar
Shivers from the killers
When survivors reconsider
Karma is foreal
But decisions make it realer
Dopamean flow
Got me rapn with the jitters
When you got it figured out
Move aside here comes the kicker
And now my back hurt
Cry now and laugh first
Then laugh last, it could be worst
Black bag
Don't start beef
Unless you came equipt
Watch me as I anchor ship
Whipn off my shoulders thats
Potato chips
Lays
Slays
Studied elevate
People work my nerves
Like every single day
Fightin all these battles I think ima give him praise
Lookn where I started
I done Came along ways
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Birds of a feather flock together
That ain't nothing special
Yeah I tell ya, different levels
Can't compare or measure
Trust that gut feelin
Came to bring the pressure
Trust that gut feelin
It'll bring the treasures
They speak non sense
Dilute the content
They make fast food
This ain't a contest
I'ma real woman
Not an object
I'ma real artist
Read the fine print
You cant have my soul
This is God sent
In a category by myself
Is where I fit
Don't start beef
Unless you came equip
Wacth me as I Anker ship
Wipen off my shoulders
That's Potato chips
Lays
Slays
Studied, elevate
People work my nerves
Like every single day
Fightin all these battles
I think ima give him Praise
Lookn where I started
I done came along ways
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Sometimes it's hard to fail
Sometimes it's hard to sail
Sometimes it seems forever
Sometimes it's hard to tell
Drink from water falls
As we float in rivers
Trustn with ya heart
Will leave it unfamiliar
Shivers from the killers
When survivors reconsider
Karma is foreal
But decisions make it realer
Dopamean flow
Got me rapn with the jitters
When you got it figured out
Move aside here comes the kicker
And now my back hurt
Cry now and laugh first
Then laugh last, it could be worst
Black bag
Don't start beef
Unless you came equipt
Watch me as I anchor ship
Whipn off my shoulders thats
Potato chips
Lays
Slays
Studied elevate
People work my nerves
Like every single day
Fightin all these battles I think ima give him praise
Lookn where I started
I done Came along ways
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Birds of a feather flock together
That ain't nothing special
Yeah I tell ya, different levels
Can't compare or measure
Trust that gut feelin
Came to bring the pressure
Trust that gut feelin
It'll bring the treasures
They speak non sense
Dilute the content
They make fast food
This ain't a contest
I'ma real woman
Not an object
I'ma real artist
Read the fine print
You cant have my soul
This is God sent
In a category by myself
Is where I fit
Don't start beef
Unless you came equip
Wacth me as I Anker ship
Wipen off my shoulders
That's Potato chips
Lays
Slays
Studied, elevate
People work my nerves
Like every single day
Fightin all these battles
I think ima give him Praise
Lookn where I started
I done came along ways
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Sometimes it's hard to fail
Sometimes it's hard to sail
Sometimes it seems forever
Sometimes it's hard to tell
Drink from water falls
As we float in rivers
Trustn with ya heart
Will leave it unfamiliar
Shivers from the killers
When survivors reconsider
Karma is foreal
But decisions make it realer
Dopamean flow
Got me rapn with the jitters
When you got it figured out
Move aside here comes the kicker
And now my back hurt
Cry now and laugh first
Then laugh last, it could be worst
Black bag
Don't start beef
Unless you came equipt
Watch me as I anchor ship
Whipn off my shoulders thats
Potato chips
Lays
Slays
Studied elevate
People work my nerves
Like every single day
Fightin all these battles I think ima give him praise
Lookn where I started
I done Came along ways
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Birds of a feather flock together
That ain't nothing special
Yeah I tell ya, different levels
Can't compare or measure
Trust that gut feelin
Came to bring the pressure
Trust that gut feelin
It'll bring the treasures
They speak non sense
Dilute the content
They make fast food
This ain't a contest
I'ma real woman
Not an object
I'ma real artist
Read the fine print
You cant have my soul
This is God sent
In a category by myself
Is where I fit
Don't start beef
Unless you came equip
Wacth me as I Anker ship
Wipen off my shoulders
That's Potato chips
Lays
Slays
Studied, elevate
People work my nerves
Like every single day
Fightin all these battles
I think ima give him Praise
Lookn where I started
I done came along ways
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Sometimes it's hard to fail
Sometimes it's hard to sail
Sometimes it seems forever
Sometimes it's hard to tell
Drink from water falls
As we float in rivers
Trustn with ya heart
Will leave it unfamiliar
Shivers from the killers
When survivors reconsider
Karma is foreal
But decisions make it realer
Dopamean flow
Got me rapn with the jitters
When you got it figured out
Move aside here comes the kicker
And now my back hurt
Cry now and laugh first
Then laugh last, it could be worst
Black bag
Don't start beef
Unless you came equipt
Watch me as I anchor ship
Whipn off my shoulders thats
Potato chips
Lays
Slays
Studied elevate
People work my nerves
Like every single day
Fightin all these battles I think ima give him praise
Lookn where I started
I done Came along ways
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Some people like the devil
Some people like God
Some people make it easy
Some people make it hard
Credits
Writer(s): Camille Blouin
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