Easy (Intro)

Sick bois don't die, they fresh to death

My shoes bright blue so you watch my step

My hoodie hot pink with the hat to match

So you ain't gotta know where my paper at

Pop tags cause I'm filthy, (Apes) can (Bathe) me

My home is the dirty but I shine like crazy

My hat tag up, and it hang off slightly

My game (8-bit) so you niggaz can (byte) me

Nike like me cause my life is great

I'm married to the game, we should consummate

Brand new hoodies the color of light sabres

My name ain't Luke, but that dude date Leias

With fly ass sneakers, bump them speakers

Pump this groove until your ears start bleedin

White girls shake it 'til the black dudes notice

Black girls shake it so you can regain focus

Swag it out, swag it out

Let's get one thing straight, I'm no average rapper

Born in So Cal, then I hit Atlanta

Then to New York, I'm an army brat

And I learned new things all across the map

In Cali I was small, taught me to be strong

And Atlanta had the hawk so I learned how to ball

New York had Starks on the New York Knicks

So when they came around I had my first round pick

And now I'm so sick that they call me ebola

Sick girls all on my pole like totem

Life is a gamble, your boy done told 'em

Play your cards right like it's Texas hold 'em

Bounce dem shoulders, go ahead Bankhead

I can do it better even though I'm Stone Mountain

Georgia's on my mind, but I live in New York

So I got a Southern drawl and I limp when I walk

They used to say a nigga lame when I started to rap

No them fake fuck niggaz askin me for a track

Pokin me on Facebook tryin to be my friend

Nigga you get your face took you ask me one mo' gen

I'm a genius, why they call the shit G-mail man

This is (MySpace) nigga, you can't make top ten

Hahaha yo this how we do