Qiuck and Easy - Lil Herb

Look, I’mma do this shit for my muthafuckin' momma…

My sister, my grandmother

Man, all my niggas gone, in jail

Everybody depending on me and shit, man

Y’all don’t even understand

All my life I had to fight, that’s why I sip the purple

Smoking OG, tryna get to me some Oprah money

Young nigga don’t put nothing but family over money

But ain’t that funny how your family fuck you over money?

Take the food right out ya mouth like they weren’t over Sunday

I spit that real shit, ain’t no exaggerations or nothing

I been through it, I get through it, no excuses, just get to it

I get smarter, I go harder, I’m into it

I remember momma mad at me

She found out I was smoking weed

Now when my momma hear my voice outside she know it’s me

She never thought I’d get from over east to overseas

But I gotta stay in the states cause I’m still fighting cases

I swear them crackers try they best to bring you back to basics

Don’t wanna see you shine, they hate to see you grind

Smile all in ya' face but they can’t wait to see you cryin'

No hater, you can’t bring me down but yeah, I see you tryin'

I’m in that Hemi flyin', smoking, thinking 'bout my niggas gone and doing time

I keep in touch with my all my niggas, yeah, they doin' fine

Free Gillie, free Maneski, free James, free Bruce, free the gang

Celebratin', all my niggas, we got chains but we ain’t changed

Still the same, only thing we see different is the lanes

Niggas switch up just to get to mine

These niggas quick to switch up, I ain’t with that picking sides

All my brothers still my brothers, good or bad, right or wrong

We get jammed up, bet my brother do his bid, ride along

That’s that shit, I wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks

How the fuck you eat with niggas you can’t even trust?

It’s this bitch named Karma and she mean as fuck

You do enough dirt and watch, the score gon' even up

I’m in the booth, it’s 5 AM, you ain’t even up

I might not leave till' 9 to 10, I gotta clean it up

This shit too easy, don’t believe me?

You ain’t seen enough

It’s G Herbo, I’m the hottest, I’m just being honest

I swear I say that shit so much that I can’t even stop it

If I tell you my next move, you can’t even stop it

And this bad bitch I’m with look Belizean tropic

They can’t keep up, I might start rapping 'bout some easy topics, nigga

Gotta go hard man, PPP

RIP Pistol P man

RIP all my niggas man

Ball Like I’m Kobe the mixtape comin' real soon

You already know man it’s just workin' man

Nonstop man, fuck all that fuck shit

Gotta get money, huh

Let the beat sing