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yatta - easy lyrics

[intro]
that ain’t never comin’ home, i know n-ggas in the
yeah

[chorus]
i know n-ggas in the box that ain’t never comin’ home
know n-ggas in the cell that ain’t never comin’ home
one fighting for his life, i just pray he make it home
i know my n-gga stressin’, i can hear it in his tone
sometimes a n-gga don’t even wanna rap no more
sometimes a n-gga wanna grab the strap and up the score
sometimes a n-gga wanna lean and fall back off the load
sometimes a n-gga wanna break down on the floor
i make this sh-t look easy, n-gga
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
i said i make this sh-t look easy, n-gga
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
you can keep the love you mores, i’m tired of all this fake love
‘fore i ever got locked, i ain’t know what faith was
experience left me paranoid, know where i got them ways from
it’s traumatizing see your n-gga get x-d by his day ones
my heart been gone, baby, i can’t love you
sorry i gave you the wrong impression, mami, i ain’t the one for you
i ain’t talkin’ basketball when i got the rock and double
get your money, count your blessings, remember, remain humble
couldn’t live an instant from my mom, i’ll take the pain before the grave
i was baptized in blood, meaning i don’t think no church can save me
on holidays and death days, we been talking drums and a good parade
demons tryna take over my body, devil took me on a date
i been goin’ through some things i don’t think they understand
just ’cause you got your gun, that don’t make you, satan’s got the upper hand
brody a vet’, he got that b-tch start twerkin’ even after that b-tch jammed
red rum, homicide, baby, welcome to corkoland (yeah)

[verse 2]
they always tell me never whip it out if you ain’t ’bout to use it
i’m ’bout that action unlike these rappers, baby, please don’t get me confused with
you say you ain’t feeling today, i could make you move different
you could put that p-ssy on me, i know what to do with it
unsatisfied with one k!ll, b-tch, we tryna score again
we took a trip early morning, then at night we go again
made thirty thousand and then promised i’d never go broke again
faceshot left him disfigured, he’ll never joke again
the day they took my brother was the day i lost a part of me
sippin’ syrup, poppin’ uppers and percocets like it’s hard to sleep
if that b-tch ain’t on me, it’s in reach, it ain’t far from me
gun flashes, all this blood in my eyes make it hard to sleep
you ain’t chase and stand over that n-gga, you ain’t no stepper
i was in the project lot with a glock when it was pressure
we ain’t smoke a f-ck n-gga, we got a n-gga that was reputable
you rubbed elbows with a sucker and there was no friction, that’s unacceptable

[outro]
said i make it look easy

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