Too Easy
Artisan keep going crazy (Yeah that's stupid)
Too many bags for me to get to (For me to get to)
This shit so easy for me to sale (Sale)
RIP my cousin dawg I miss you (I miss you)
I pray to god I don't go to hell (Hell)
He helped me up when I was down (Down)
Now I'm feeling down thinking bout the shit that we use to do when we was kids
Smoking weed and sipping crown (Crown)
Summer 17 it was legit rolling the city feeling like the shit
Too many bags for me to get to (For me to get to)
This shit so easy for me to sale (Sale)
RIP my cousin dawg I miss you (I miss you)
I pray to god I don't go to hell (Hell)
I don't think nobody else (Else)
In this world know me like you did
When I lost you, had to almost pop my lid
I had so much going on (On), Inside I was feeling so alone
Smith and Wesson pressed against my dome
Suicidal in my mind
But I'm persistent on the grind, Rarely am I ever wasting time
Something in me wanna shine
Don't you look too hard you might go blind
Im working, I need space if you don't mind
Too many bags for me to get to (For me to get to)
This shit so easy for me to sale (Sale)
RIP my cousin dawg I miss you (I miss you)
I pray to god I don't go to hell (Hell)
Too many bags for me to get to (For me to get to)
This shit so easy for me to sale (Sale)
RIP my cousin dawg I miss you (I miss you)
I pray to god I don't go to hell (Hell)
Too many bags for me to get to (For me to get to)
This shit so easy for me to sale (Sale)
RIP my cousin dawg I miss you (I miss you)
I pray to god I don't go to hell (Hell)
He helped me up when I was down (Down)
Now I'm feeling down thinking bout the shit that we use to do when we was kids
Smoking weed and sipping crown (Crown)
Summer 17 it was legit rolling the city feeling like the shit
Too many bags for me to get to (For me to get to)
This shit so easy for me to sale (Sale)
RIP my cousin dawg I miss you (I miss you)
I pray to god I don't go to hell (Hell)
I don't think nobody else (Else)
In this world know me like you did
When I lost you, had to almost pop my lid
I had so much going on (On), Inside I was feeling so alone
Smith and Wesson pressed against my dome
Suicidal in my mind
But I'm persistent on the grind, Rarely am I ever wasting time
Something in me wanna shine
Don't you look too hard you might go blind
Im working, I need space if you don't mind
Too many bags for me to get to (For me to get to)
This shit so easy for me to sale (Sale)
RIP my cousin dawg I miss you (I miss you)
I pray to god I don't go to hell (Hell)
Too many bags for me to get to (For me to get to)
This shit so easy for me to sale (Sale)
RIP my cousin dawg I miss you (I miss you)
I pray to god I don't go to hell (Hell)
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Writer(s): Edward Turner
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