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[Hook]
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone (yeah)
Easy, easy (talkin’ to my younger self)
Pull out your heart to make the being alone

[Verse 1]
Dear Gerald, you’re fourteen years and a truant
You’re trying to find your place, and figure out where you fit
You’re finna start rappin’ with a kid you went to school with
But, more on that later, right now you’re going through it
See, you’re going to have to prove that you ain’t soft and you’re not stupid
And you gon’ have to scrap with some kids that you ain’t cool with
You got a short temper, just be careful when you lose it
You wanna be the man, but it’s gon’ take some time to prove it
You’ll fall in love, but she’s gon’ break your heart and put you through it
Fuck falling for that bullshit, you gon’ fall in love with music
You’re finna get arrested, almost fuck around and lose it
Spend days in juvy standing at the window, looking through it
Nothing in life is promised, not even free-time is
So, only chase dreams, and only chase commas
Won’t happen on its own, trust, trust, we’ve been through it

[Pre-Hook]
If it was easy, everyone would do it
This game is not…

[Hook]
Easy, easy (Eazy)
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone

[Spoken]
I mean, I was fucking up
I was seventeen, I was eighteen, just doing dumb shit
My moms made me move to New Orleans and shit, I went to school down there on a scholarship
I finally got my shit together, I started taking music seriously
Then it started to kinda pop off a little bit, almost

[Verse 2]
Dear Gerald, 21, you think you’ve got it figured out
Got a big head from them labels trying to bring you out
‘Til they passed on you, they ain’t see what they was missing out
On, that flight home gave you some shit to think about
Scrambling trying to figure out, went back to the drawing board
Know they say rejection’s only supposed to make you want it more
But, no lie, you contemplating quitting, walking out the door
But, what the fuck you supposed to do? This is all you’re living for
Really it was that and Dev, that was all you had
Paying rent by engineering other rappers at the pad
Barely getting by, hella broke, you was doing bad
Then “These Things Happened”, you finally seen a bag
You drove down the highway, a fork in the road
A normal life with her, or going for broke?
I seen an open lane and I drove straight through it

[Pre-Hook]
If it was easy, everyone would do it
This game is not…

[Hook]
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone

[Spoken]
I literally sold all my shit
I moved out of my place in New Orleans
I was bouncing around, living out of a suitcase
Crashing on friends’ couches
Living at air B&Bs and hotels
Trying to make the album
Trying to make When It’s Dark Out
If I could take it there, that’d be great

[Verse 3]
Dear Gerald, life changed since you dropped your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had ‘em
But now you’re 27 and it’s time to be a legend
Back when it all started, grinding hard on that promo tour
Tired from the night before and the night before and the night before
Fuck it, tomorrow, gotta fly some more
Don’t complain, this is what you signed up for
You’re working for your family, managers, agents
They all want something different from you, tell them all patience
But, this one’s on you, the lonely quest of greatness
Been trying to be famous, been trying to be A-list
When you arrive, it will appear as if there’s nothing to it
But, you planted the seeds and you grew it
There’s people taking credit for success that they had nothing to do with

[Pre-Hook]
If it was easy, everyone would do it
This game is not…

[Hook]
Easy, easy (Eazy)
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone

[Spoken]
So now you’re here
What you gon’ do with it?
You know?

[Verse 4]
Make no mistake, listen it’s the life that I was chosen for
All I prayed for was an open door
I’ve been rich, I’ve been broke before
I’ve seen the floor
You try to put me in a box, I’ll box out like Okafor
And fuck being indecisive now I’m so for sure
And fuck Trump, it’s like “What the fuck we voted for?”
And most of y’all should probably party less and focus more
And if that line resonates, you’re probably who I wrote it for
Where will I go from here? "IDK"
They want me to architect Rome, in a day
Juice knew I was greatness when he looked at me
Right away, I’ve made platinum records that’ll never see the light of day
This is what the whole world’s been waiting for
The crowd’s jumping, going dumb till they break the floor
Come take a walk inside my mind, come and take a tour
I’m really not playing, what the fuck you take me for?

[Hook]
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
Easy
Easy
Easy

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room, hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks, when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs, though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs, though
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they pens-es now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho, but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling, "¡Viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha’
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: Travis Scott]
Suavemente, frio chilly (Yeah)
Gotta keep it caliente, the presidente
Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Philly (It’s lit)
In the town I got the millis, you know the drill-ay (Alright)
Yeah, butterfly the doors, throw a ivy queen in it then I skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt
You get the picture, but I still not with the bitch
Still hate the liquor, drank on my liver
Still got the basement, jumping like I’m Tigger (Straight up)
Pour ’til it’s muddy, blow ’til it’s muggy (Yeah)
But the gang goin’ dummy, thumbing through hundreds
(with the gang)
Keep it stick like it’s gummy, rap like a mummy
Break the bread ’til it’s crummy, eat ’til I’m chubby (Yeah)
Yeah, me amor the tings, me amor the green (Alright)
Yeah, blowing up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (sing)
Yeah, fresh steal off the lot, slide on your block and pop the top and then we skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room, hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks, when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs, though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs, though
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they pens-es now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho, but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling, "¡Viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha’
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: Travis Scott]
Suavemente, frio chilly (Yeah)
Gotta keep it caliente, the presidente
Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Philly (It’s lit)
In the town I got the millis, you know the drill-ay (Alright)
Yeah, butterfly the doors, throw a ivy queen in it then I skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt
You get the picture, but I still not with the bitch
Still hate the liquor, drank on my liver
Still got the basement, jumping like I’m Tigger (Straight up)
Pour ’til it’s muddy, blow ’til it’s muggy (Yeah)
But the gang goin’ dummy, thumbing through hundreds
(with the gang)
Keep it stick like it’s gummy, rap like a mummy
Break the bread ’til it’s crummy, eat ’til I’m chubby (Yeah)
Yeah, me amor the tings, me amor the green (Alright)
Yeah, blowing up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (sing)
Yeah, fresh steal off the lot, slide on your block and pop the top and then we skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, man
Thanks for the love and support baby, thank you
I hate you

[Verse 1: DMX]
Hate who I love, blessed with the curse
I was born to die, best of the worst
Wings but can’t fly, but first things first
I will until I’m stretched in a hearse
Niggas don’t get me, but I ain’t complicated
Thing about the truth is most niggas hate it
Didn’t ask God for what I wanted, I waited
Until He felt like I earned it, then he gave it
Anything worth havin’ is worth earnin’
The true nature of man is definitely worth learnin’
‘Cause why you’re concerning yourself with discernin’
Whether its worth savin’, its usually worth burnin’
I knew from the start that this life wasn’t mine
That’s why from the start, I put my life on the line
Gangstas runnin’ ’round cryin’ about dyin’
I got faith, I’ma go when its my time!

[Hook – Runway Richy]
By any means
By any means
By any means necessary, nigga
Even if I gotta bury ya
Want it all, I ain’t sharin’ with ya
You know me and money married (nigga)
By any means
By any means
Even if I gotta take (nigga)
Even if I gotta chase
Even if I gotta go to war, fuck boy, promise you won’t make it
By any means
By any means
By any means

[Verse 1]
Go hard or go home
My niggas out of control
I’m on a roll
I’m ’bout to kick in your door
Bro, I was just hittin’ your hoe, so…
I’m not in love with her doe
?????
Feeling bout that money nigga just save it
White girl on braces (on braces?)
Make the work straighten up like braces
I don’t see nothin’ but them big faces
??all night in the bushes
I gotta sell it and push it
Trappin O.G. and the Cookies
Backed out on em, he a rookie
??? if I got to (two)??
Runway cookin’ (What’s that smell?)
287 111 (????)

[Hook]
By any means
By any means
By any means necessary, nigga
Even if I gotta bury ya
Want it all, I ain’t sharin’ with ya
You know me and money married (nigga)
By any means
By any means
Even if I gotta take (nigga)
Even if I gotta chase
Even if I gotta go to war, fuck boy, promise you won’t make it
By any means
By any means
By any means

[Verse 2]
Saddled up like a rodeo
Say he need money he lying, Pinocchio
Dry the pack back, for sale Antonio
Dope ball, nigga tied that’s a oreo
Get it however I gotta
Money ???
My mom’s a rider?!
Make it and take it and make it off robbin’
Got it out the mud – straight out the bottom
We could be fuckin’ cool
Swear I don’t mind giving niggas the blues
By any means I don’t play by no rules
Ballin no court, lil homie so choose
???? Shoes
These niggas Winnie the Pooh
Get rich or die trying
Put the mask back on, it’s ’bout that time
Front street with it trap??
Taking no ? I want every dime
You know, by any means necessary
You know that I’ma get mine
(You know, by any means necessary
You know that I’ma get mine)

[Hook]
By any means
By any means
By any means necessary, nigga
Even if I gotta bury ya
Want it all, I ain’t sharin’ with ya
You know me and money married (nigga)
By any means
By any means
Even if I gotta take (nigga)
Even if I gotta chase
Even if I gotta go to war, fuck boy, promise you won’t make it
By any means
By any means
By any means