Rap Shit Easy Breh

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I lay that murder game Enhale that Mary Jane with my eyes closed and a busy brain I feel like Bizzy Bone, I'm always busy now I barely call my moms, I'm going Hollywood It doesn't shade my love I'm just misunderstood That's why my foreign chicks don't really think I care about them Because I text them twice a month on some random shit Ain't got time to talk I'm turning to a man Life been interesting since I flew away from Baltimore Finally on my own, doing drugs more learning from the trips The different naked chicks I connected with Found me some hippie'd out black girls on scholarships Learned a lot of life that Chicago winter Drugs, girls, and Harold's Chicken for my dinner Gahtdamn I swear that shit was all a dream Dropped out of college after Thanksgiving, I wasn't having with it I gave that shit a shot, I'd rather shoot at rappers I rather give them comp, I'd rather set examples College too expensive, I got a drug addiction I swear I lose weight when I write raps Trying to live to see my dream stay awake in my naps Nappy headed nigga syndrome I was raised by pimps, I'm the heir to bitches [Verse 2] I know every word in "Paid In Full" Hash in the blunt niggas about to skip school Young nigga making moves back in the day getting views on Youtube off raps it took me 10 minutes to write I been kicking rhymes since they aired Nick & Nite nigga (What you know about the Cosby Show?) Leftover keys from the Bellagio in my wallet Kicking knowledge in the studio Knowledge is the key to life, watch me twist the knob I'm not the type of nigga to get a hand job I look like Ray Charles Barkley Dunking on rappers hella easy with my eyes closes looking Godly, looking gnarly nigga Tell that bitch to wine me down Tommy Hilfiger Road, I live in Nike Town I run in the same circles as Rich His I chills with girls that pop pills forreals I got deals on acid and Molly pills I'm the Mushroom Master turned rapper Rap game Len Bias nigga we drugged out Nigga we thugged out, we took the Tupac route Just to see how it turn out, got a fortune on my mind Awe fuck I fucked up that last line And it still rhymed [Verse 3] Refined in line with Einstein Sipping Chandon out a Slurpee cup you dumb fuck I'm addicted to phat butts, blunts, and junk food Need a hoe that can run, jump, suck, and handle drugs Sorry my love all I'm seeing through these eyes Is fingers passing blunts like Brazilian Thighs, with mushroom eyes I can make some money off of one of these thoughts Living for the dream the King fought for I'm a young king live from the underground Trying to get my head big enough so I can wear the crown But I'm n to a cocky nigga keep it strictly underground