Easy (intro)

Sick bois don't die, they fresh to death

My shoes bright blue, so you watch my step

My hoody 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 niggas can bite 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 sabers

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

With fly ass sneakers

Bump them speakers

Pump this groove 'til your ear 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 SoCal, then I hit Atlanta

Then to New York, I'm an army brat

And I learn new things all across the map

In Cali I was small taught need 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 Southern Drawl and I limp when I walk

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

No them fake fuck niggas askin' me for a track

Pokin' me on facebook tryin' to be my friend

Nigga you get your face took you ask me one more 'gain

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

This is my space nigga, you can't make top ten

Swag it out, swag it out