It’s not easy

Lyrics

[Chorus] I miss when we'd talk up on the phone, but now I hate my phone 3 p.m, but I forgot my morning, I'ma check my notes Play your shit, but I think that shit borin', you said you the goat My lil' brother's hittin' checks too quick, done copped a Lulu coat [Post-Chorus] Yeah, bitch, I know, huh, huh (Bitch I know) Bitch, I know this shit ain't easy, bitch, I know (Like, bitch I know this shit) Flight to Paris, that's a bust, overload (Like, overload) He actin' scary for no reason, bitch, I'm throwed [Verse 1] Bitch I'm— huh Bitch, I'm throwed up in the spot, I'm like "What's up?" She told me she pissed, but she still 'bout to hit me up I hit back-end for a three-five, need a pick me up The Mihara or the Issey like "what's prettier?" This shit 'bout to fry me, they move grimey, I can't deal with that Pocket watchin' every second, go and mind your business, damn I'm still at the casting, "Be in the stu' in just a minute, man" She just asked me if I'm good 'cause I'm fidgeting, oh, huh What? Bitch, I'm good, bitch, I'm good, bitch, I'm straight, huh Tell my shit, "Where my boys?" They go skate, phew With my bro, catchin' fish at the lake, huh Talk they shit, but I don't care like they say, phew [Bridge] Oh my god, oh my god, I just pray, huh Oh my god, oh my god, bitch, I pray for it Oh my god, oh my god, she thought I'm made for it, I— (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Got a new joint at the party, I'ma throw up Bitch, you not bang that shit for real, so please don't throw it up Feds who tryna shut down the show, I'm tryna roll one I can't make decisions, for real, so I think I need both ones, huh Like, both ones, like both ones, fuck Huh, need more funds, need more funds, like yeah (Phew) Huh, need more funds, need more funds, like what? (Phew) Need more funds, need more funds [Chorus] I miss when we'd talk up on the phone, but now I hate my phone 3 p.m, but I forgot my morning, I'ma check my notes Play your shit, but I think that shit borin', you said you the goat My lil' brother's hittin' checks too quick, done copped a Lulu coat [Post-Chorus] Yeah, bitch, I know, huh, huh (Like, bitch I know, huh) Bitch, I know this shit ain't easy, bitch, I know Flight to Paris, that's a bust, overload (Lets overload) He actin' scary for no reason, bitch, I'm throwed