B.P - This Is Easy lyrics

[Intro: Nature] For my n***as Worldwide (Queens) [Hook: Nature] It don't matter what you preach cause we be The hottest sh** in these streets x4 (This is easy) Play my songs on the radio all day Then put the sh** on repeat x4 [Verse 1: Nature] Ay yo, ay yo You can treat it like a state tax My teachers be technical like Apex My k**ers be usual, I stay vexed I shop for the funeral at Payless Then I'm back in the game but learned to play less n***a learned to play D and shoot the J less In the game like EA Sports in real life I'm coming through airports with the bag and the kids And the wife flipping hard on a Tuesday morn Like she had to cut the vacay 2 days short Certified telling tough guys through they talk Blue and white Yankee fitted always New York Shout out to the 29 other teams That try to trick me with all the new color schemes While me and my n***as is doing other things Do it for the money, there's no recovery [Hook: Nature] It don't matter what you preach cause we be The hottest sh** in these streets x4 (This is easy) Play my songs on the radio all day Then put the sh** on repeat x4 [Verse 2: Royal Flush] I ain't trying to sugar coat sh** See me in the streets with the four-fifth Neck and my wrists lit, coke on a long drip Talk with a God's gift, y'all n***as couldn't f** with him When it come to gettin' money, y'all n***as wanna run with him But look, I'm the Last Dragon, I walk with my pants saggin' And drive real slow just to stop traffic Listen, my gun plastic, flush ain't love action And sit right there 'til the sh** happens I run two sports, call me Bo Jackson I feel like a camera cause my life flashin' It's somethin' like a movie cause I'm holding Uzi's And love gettin' head while I'm smokin' loosies [Hook: Nature] It don't matter what you preach cause we be The hottest sh** in these streets x4 (This is easy) Play my songs on the radio all day Then put the sh** on repeat x4 [Verse 3: Prodigy] I'm from the era with no computer, no smartphones Only flesh, blood and bones, get your money Can't hide in ya room and become famous Can't copy nobody's style, that's slanguage No swipe cards acting like you ballin' You're just a sneak thief, stealin' from the real ballers Yeah we living in the era of the copy cat Get off my nuts, puppy sh**, copy that You wouldn't survive a day in the 90's Amongst the sheisty and real grimey New York n***as, we'll cut your face That's a Happy Meal, n***a, yeah, have a nice day You ain't never shot nothin' but a basket, stop Henessey owe us a check, we made that pop Timberland owe us a check, we made that hot Think you're doin' somethin' new, nah, you're really not [Hook: Nature] It don't matter what you preach cause we be The hottest sh** in these streets x4 (This is easy) Play my songs on the radio all day Then put the sh** on repeat x4 [Outro: Nature] I teach your kids how to curse Get money, hustle And really get on they feet x4 So when they really get to make money The sh** belong to me x3 Now give it all to me