Lyrics Easy / Faithful - Phay, Eric Young, Ré Lxuise

Easy / Faithful

I said its easy
Easy like Sunday morning
I said its easy, easy
Easy like Sunday morning
I said
If you’re scared of my verse
Find a ghostwriter then rewrite yours
Bars over bars like three Rikers
Shit sound stupid but it just might work
That ass look fast looking diapers
And she a hoodie rat but i might wife her
Mama telling me that’ll be a nightmare
I need a couple grand if I’m in a cypher
What you think I rap for the glitz and the glam
I’m tryna be the GOAT tryna get me a Lamb
I rap for the bands, the grands, and the fans tryna make a couple mill can’t
dodge Uncle Sam, hey
What you really wanna do there
Im tryna dive in like where the pool at
Decatur, Georgia 30 033 is where I rule at
Easy
He gon make it easy, easy, easy
I said its easy, easy
Easy like Sunday morning
If you’re scared go to church
Find a preacher then get rebirthed
Don’t get attached to the things of the Earth
Cause everybody in this thing gonna get murked
And I know she was right like Uzi Vert
Hit it from the back now ooh she hurt
Why you tryna front like missionary
Smoking that headband, Jason Terry
The blacker the berry, the Hallier the berry
I believe in miracles and mother Mary
I believe in Jesus, I believe in God
They calling me a genius, flow so dumb
This that Sunday service this that Friday prayer
I’m just tryna hold it, hold it down for the man upstairs
Say a prayer
Easy, easy
Easy like Sunday morning
Easy
He gon make it easy, easy, easy
Easy, he gon make it easy
Easy, he gon make it easy
Easy, he gon make it easy
Easy, he gon make it easy
So, so, so, so, so, so faithful
So, so, so, so, so, so faithful
Faithful to him, faithful to him
First and foremost, fuck you pussy niggas tripping
I got chickens, I got chickens fry em flip em
All my niggas they need Audis, they need Benzes
All my niggas that like bitches that like bitches
Watch a nigga, watch a nigga when he whipping
Trey trey bitches in the cribbo, Scottie Pippen
Real nigga to the T, it ain’t no lifting
Fuck these niggas they so corny, they so jiffy
Got a nigga he gon shoot you in a jiffy
Got a shawty she’ll fuck you in a Lyfty
Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas they can’t get me
Fred havel ain’t no what to fold against me
Throw your set up, throw your set up if you with it
Yeah my shooter keep another nigga with him
He lay low and reload it that’s his mission
We like grime we gon catch you if you slipping
Murder, murder, murder, murder if you tripping
Grandma kept that burner in the kitchen I was twelve that shit went missing
Upset, I start saying words that probably does not fit in the right, you know,
place but just forgive me I didn’t mean to, hurt anybody’s feelings