Easy On That

Easy on that my lil nigga, I've been off drinks for a minute
I do not know where my shit at, I just been livin' my life
And fuckin' with bitches who really ain't good for my melanin
Seem like the only thing left to be writin'
Is how I end up in these issues

Nigga gon think that im bluffin get lit up and popped like a pimple
Let the lil' boy know he trippin', I do not know you
Do not come dap me up nigga, you cant be my homie
I got some issues that OD
Talk to my face if you sayin' you lil' niggas know me

I was just mindin' my business
Stackin' my bread and helpin' my boys get on
Shorties was makin' a play
Settin' me up to the base to get me out gone
I hit that run on the lob, catch me outside
It's cold, or wether its warm
I got my jackets, I keep my heat
Light that shit up, now it's hot as the sun

She wanna play then she, yeah, yeah
She wanna play then she gone, look

I was up for a minute cause lil' body bitch wanna talk shit
I ain't really even tryna rock shit, I just pop shit with my pop rocks
Then I drop shit like I cop shit, then I drop bands and I talk slick

Every bad bitch gotta talk with, but I'm really antisocial
So I just sit spiff in the back and I smoke spliffs
Rockin' so hard, that this music, got me feelin too sick
Like I'm fuckin' finna lose it, nigga
Like I wasn't even really tryna do it

But now I gotta do it, cause I need the movement
And this shit it got me moving to my two tips
Like I'm finna fuckin' float off the ground in exudement
Then I pull up black, white with these two whips
And you wanna talk shit, lil' bitch
Simmer down before the whole king, I ain't say shit

Let's bring it back to reality
If you wanna talk real shit then I'm certainty
Take you back down like I'm gravity
Shocked like a taser, shoot outta me
Let me teach a thing or two about anatomy
Lead bullets fuck up your brain, cause a cavity
I leave a space that stay vacant in families
Death to the son, befallen of tragedy

Sad story but really no think bout it actually
Different from ways that they planned for me
Grew up in places, it's sad to see
Poverty niggas could plan to be
Heroes and villains, but cops act as boundaries

Niggas out here be astoundin' me
I got this thing on my mind, That be outta me
Nigga gon' think that she his
But her ocean and thighs do be drownin' me
I got a God in me, you got a clown in thee

I got some shit that the Bible ain't prophecy
I know a couple of trappers thatd shoot for me
Then do the roof for me
Bulletproof doors, how I'm slidin' once rich brodie
If you gon' think that I'm dumb, get the fuck from me

I got no time to be hangin' with lames, that only act lame, homie
If you a nigga that dissed on me, ooh, then you must be mad at me
You must be angrily writin' down every lil' thought
Think about every lil' shot

Tryin' every way to get rich
Before I go and make it to the top
Nigga, why don't we talk about your thot
Actually, you know what, let me stop

Let me stop tryin' to talk shit about every lil' make sense business
Happen on the internet season
Nigga, poke a demon, then you finna feel it
If you wanna act like you high as the nasdaq

Remember to get your cash back
When I stab back, if you talk rich, then you get whacked fast
And now my shifts over, so I'll backtrack
To your lil stage show, up with a sharp flag
Get you backstabbed run the track back
And let you fly high like a smokestack

Nigga its sad that I had to bring it this far
It's just certain shit don't match with this
I had to bring out the activis

Nigga wanna talk shit, then he get packed in this shit
Born in October, a Libra, I'm matchin' it
Bands on some bands, I'm bringin' back cash it in
Beat on your ass, we not done, now we flackin' this

I got the time on my hands, cause I mastered it
Check every peep, every hole, then we maxin' this
Set up the bomb, let it blow and you catchin' this
I got a knack for this
Writing down bars performing and slapping it
Pay me the bag for it
Nigga gon' think that it's war, it's so tragic
That he gon' get hit up for he suit up for damages
Let him go think that he landing this
Still fucked your bitch on a Saturday
I'll get my bag some day, niggas gon' think that I'm mad today
Thinkin' I'm mad away
Coupe getting matte today