Easy - Infinity Pools lyrics

[Verse 1: Bansky] How you lay low when you so popular It's easy when you know these jack boys is watching ya' I ain't immune to it, it's easy to slip So I rub my soles with my hands make sure they squeaking and sh** That's just the cost of having sh** that n***as want You get the crown and found out it ain't exactly what you thought But I'm used to this, n***as envy me since EnvUs We the champions n***as just wan contend with us Fine line between the trophy and contending You add a couple commas and these hoes be here pretending She think my cum is her new come up, b**h please So many outfits that my momma think I flip kis Well momma you not all the way wrong I gave you my last sh** you heard all of these songs This that pure sh** that raw sh**, Frank Lucas in the coffins This that rub it on your gums numb your whole f**ing jaw sh** [Hook: Bansky] Yeah, and we getting this loot And if I'm out here getting money then you getting it too 'Til we all got back yards with infinity pools And so many f**ing chains on I pity the fool f** these hoes man we getting this loot And if I'm out here getting money then you getting it too 'Til we all got back yards with infinity pools And so many f**ing chains on I pity the fool [Verse 2: Bansky] Money on my mind money money on my mental Money on my eyes money money on my dental f** pennies for these thoughts I need hundreds for these n***as mad Im everything they wanted to be Materialistic, but f** it I got needs my n***a I got a son and two daughters I gotta feed my n***a I got a team that's trying to eat on everything my n***a And I'll starve to make sure they get to feast my n***a Plus little Easy like my nephew now He lost an uncle gained another I'm in Faness' shoes now I lost a sister gained a brother Easy in them shoes now It's that simple when your n***as real and won't let you down And that's why money is so important 'Cuz I got all these nephews and nieces that need Jordans A team full of my brothers and all of em need Porches And balconies that overlook the water in the fortress [Hook] [Verse 3: Bansky] I'm still a motherf**ing Valley Hi School Viking, cuban links and spiked drinks Sprite pink with my side piece and someone's wifey One brown one yellow they on their Spike Lee One up one down I'm on my nightly I'm Clubber Lang with these f**ing chains Your sh** is fake and it don't f**ing hang It's clear as day we not the f**ing same You n***as lame and I'm a f**ing King I'm back on my ignant you b**hes Crossed so many things off my wish list, I'm trippin Type to introduce my mistress to my misses Type to take all my 'scriptions and mix it I'm dropping xanny bars in candy Barre And we need chrome under candy cars You know us hood n***as can't evolve I need wood grain inside some sh** that could have been my granny car The wood wheel so I can steer that sh** And the beat with so much ba** that you can't hear that sh** And that alarm that be tripping can't go near that sh** You probably nodded took a drink and was like "yeah that's it"