It’s not easy lyrics

[Chorus]
I miss when we'd talk up on the phone, but now I hate my phone
3 p.m, but I forgot my morning, I'ma check my notes
Play your sh*t, but I think that sh*t borin', you said you the goat
My lil' brother's hittin' checks too quick, done copped a Lulu coat

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, b*tch, I know, huh, huh (b*tch I know)
b*tch, I know this sh*t ain't easy, b*tch, I know (Like, b*tch I know this sh*t)
Flight to Paris, that's a bust, overload (Like, overload)
He actin' scary for no reason, b*tch, I'm throwed

[Verse 1]
b*tch I'm— huh
b*tch, I'm throwed up in the spot, I'm like "What's up?"
She told me she p*ssed, but she still 'bout to hit me up
I hit back-end for a three-five, need a pick me up
Every higher order Issey, like, "What's pretty?" Yeah
This sh*t 'boutta fry me, they move grimey, I can't deal with that
Pocket watchin' every second, go and mind your business, damn
I'm still at the casting, "Be in the stu' in just a minute, man"
She just asked me if I'm good 'cause I'm fidgeting, oh, huh
What? b*tch, I'm good, b*tch, I'm good, b*tch, I'm straight, huh
Tell my sh*t, "Where my boys?" They go skate, phew
With my bro, catchin' fish at the lake, huh
Talk they sh*t, but I don't care like they say, phew
[Bridge]
Oh my god, oh my god, I just pray, huh
Oh my god, oh my god, b*tch, I pray for it
Oh my god, oh my god, she thought I'm made for it, I— (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Got a new joint at the party, I'ma throw up
b*tch, you not bang that sh*t for real, so please don't throw it up
Feds who tryna shut down the show, I'm tryna roll one
I can't make decisions, for real, so I think I need both ones, huh
Like, both ones, like both ones, f*ck
Huh, need more funds, need more funds, like yeah (Phew)
Huh, need more funds, need more funds, like what? (Phew)
Need more funds, need more funds

[Chorus]
I miss when we'd talk up on the phone, but now I hate my phone
3 p.m, but I forgot my morning, I'ma check my notes
Play your sh*t, but I think that sh*t borin', you said you the goat
My lil' brother's hittin' checks too quick, done copped a Lulu coat

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, b*tch, I know, huh, huh (Like, b*tch I know, huh)
b*tch, I know this sh*t ain't easy, b*tch, I know
Flight to Paris, that's a bust, overload (Lets overload)
He actin' scary for no reason, b*tch, I'm throwed