[Verse]

I just want to ball like a roly poly

I just want to ball rest in peace to Kobe

Bitch I got the force Obi Wan Kenobi

I'll be here for a while, you should get to know me

Throw me to the wolves we'll come out as homies

Got to learn how to separate the real from the phoney

They acting like we cool, but I smell baloney

That Neumann mic is cool but I like my Sony

I been around the block, got a few Jennies

She ask we what's my body count, I told her "too many"

Never dated a pornstar, but been in plenty

Living life like a rock star, like Jimi Henny

Getting better with time, I age like wine

Plus I got bars for life, like Weinstein

Too soon, but it's better than too late (true)

I'm too true, stay away from the too fakes

If you got fake follows, that means you fake leading

And if that's hard to swallow, it's cuz it ain't sweetened

I tell her "raw" like I'm from the east, but I'm from the west

Take a guess

I'm in Venice Beach chilling with some model-esques, yes

It's like chess in this industry, gotta think three steps ahead before you finish me (bitch)

Bitch please, I'm well seasoned (so don't call my phone unless we talking velveeta)

Life is 5'6 so I do as I please

Used to curve me, now I got her on her knees

Been at this for a while, I planted so many seeds

Waiting on the right time, to harvest my money trees

And no one ever said it would be easy

And no I don't expect a fucking freebie

And yes I'm in the kitchen every day cooking up, getting greasy

Strumming on this Gibson like my name is Easy

It's hard to make it to the top when you tugging on my ladder

But it gets a little better once I recognize the patterns

I been learning how to listen to the bullshit and the chatter

Once I found my inner peace, it's like it doesn't even matter what they say

Problems that come with being self-made

You want a piece of the pie, that you ain't ​help bake

Still independent and I'm well-paid

I know you hate it, hope and pray that my wealth fades

But I don't mind, shit out of sight

Long days and longer nights

Trynna make it to paradise

I been growing out my wings, time to take flight

I been working so hard, but I don't feel sore

I won't stop until I'm Top 100 Billboard

It's not a whole lot of things that I would kill for

But baby this the type of shit I was built for (wooshy)