Easy (Intro)

[Verse 1] Sick bois don't die, they fresh to death My shoes bright blue, so you watch my step My hoody hot pink with the hat to match So you ain't gotta know where my paper at Pop tags cause I'm filthy, apes can bathe me My home is the dirty but I shine like crazy My hat tag up and it hang off slightly My game 8-bit so you niggas can bite me Nike like me cause my life is great I'm married to the game, we should consummate Brand new hoodies the color of light sabers My name ain't Luke, but that dude date Leias With fly ass sneakers Bump them speakers Pump this groove 'til your ear start bleedin' White girls shake it 'til the black dudes notice Black girls shake it so you can regain focus [Hook] Swag it out, swag it out [Verse 2] Let's get one thing straight, I'm no average rapper Born in SoCal, then I hit Atlanta Then to New York, I'm an army brat And I learn new things all across the map In Cali I was small taught need to be strong And Atlanta had the hawk so I learned how to ball New York had Starks on the New York Knicks So when they came around I had my first round pick And now I'm so sick that they call me Ebola Sick girls all on my pole like totem Life is a gamble, your boy done told 'em Play your cards right like it's Texas hold 'em Bounce dem shoulders, go ahead Bankhead I can do it better even though I'm stone mountain Georgia's on my mind, but I live in New York So I got Southern Drawl and I limp when I walk They used to say a nigga lame when I started to rap No them fake fuck niggas askin' me for a track Pokin' me on facebook tryin' to be my friend Nigga you get your face took you ask me one more 'gain I'm a genius, why they call the shit G-mail man This is my space nigga, you can't make top ten [Hook]