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Cid the Kid - The Ballad of Easy Day Lyrics

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Cid the Kid - The Ballad of Easy Day Lyrics




Lot of grievances and deceptions on the wrong nigga
Like wild card they've been wondering whats wrong with him
Strong start, fake news, made things look grim
Without thought, keep the margin of error slim

But they never stopped and asked whats wrong
Said they killed a man, and claiming he was gone
But in reality you were just my pawns
Damn how long does it take to catch on

Yuh but you gotta know how to play your crowd
Your downfall was that you didn't stay disavowed
And all I had to do was keep up the fake shroud
Where ya'll leave smoke, I'll leave mushroom clouds

Once the smoke clears, all thats left is misfortune
Boredom, Recording, This is your last warning
Niggas try and f*ck with me, I'll leave their parents mourning
This shit was like a free throw, And I am Michael Jordan

Quite in the studio, bout to go in
F*ck the bullshit, I'm bout to begin
Called wild card, no he ain't my twin
It's obvious, just look at his grin
Why you wondering how I been
Remember who you talking to it's the kingpin
But if you all wanna see a tailspin
It'll be graced by the sound of firing pins

Yea all bitches think I'm tripping but I ain't
All ya'll been doing is rubbing off some paint
Time to show my true colors, ya'll gonna faint
Cause Imma bout to go in with no restraint
Yea and all ya'll bitches think you are clever
Woah, Hold up, prepare for this endeavor
You say you kill someone, eh it's whatever
Alright, next time you can drop the lever
Yea running out of time so here's a disclosure
Player 8 gonna join, so gimme the controller
Ya'll playing my game, call this shit poker
Ya'll think I'm bluffing so I adjust my composure
I'm about to go ham on this melody
Gonna assassinate this beat, Kennedy
Ya'll think you won but theirs a discrepancy
I was built for this shit, call it Destiny
This ain't Call of Duty, don't use no spray and pray
Sneak up behind them, press B to melee
Ya'll think this shit tough, it's child's play
You best think twice about who you betray
Gotch yall fooled with a swoop of my hair
Cid the Kid going in so you best beware
Smoking weed daily, don't consider it impaired
Ya'll called the game early, you best be prepared
But in this world you only winning when its earned
So stop claiming wins when they aren't even deserved
Ill turn down the flames so you won't get burned
Hope you heard well, a lesson well learned
F*cking bitches, but I had to curve them on the same day
Treated them bad, So I should be treated the same way
But in the end there's only one thing left to say
It is what it is, call that shit Easy Day
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Lot of grievances and deceptions on the wrong nigga
Like wild card they've been wondering whats wrong with him
Strong start, fake news, made things look grim
Without thought, keep the margin of error slim

But they never stopped and asked whats wrong
Said they killed a man, and claiming he was gone
But in reality you were just my pawns
Damn how long does it take to catch on

Yuh but you gotta know how to play your crowd
Your downfall was that you didn't stay disavowed
And all I had to do was keep up the fake shroud
Where ya'll leave smoke, I'll leave mushroom clouds

Once the smoke clears, all thats left is misfortune
Boredom, Recording, This is your last warning
Niggas try and f*ck with me, I'll leave their parents mourning
This shit was like a free throw, And I am Michael Jordan

Quite in the studio, bout to go in
F*ck the bullshit, I'm bout to begin
Called wild card, no he ain't my twin
It's obvious, just look at his grin
Why you wondering how I been
Remember who you talking to it's the kingpin
But if you all wanna see a tailspin
It'll be graced by the sound of firing pins

Yea all bitches think I'm tripping but I ain't
All ya'll been doing is rubbing off some paint
Time to show my true colors, ya'll gonna faint
Cause Imma bout to go in with no restraint
Yea and all ya'll bitches think you are clever
Woah, Hold up, prepare for this endeavor
You say you kill someone, eh it's whatever
Alright, next time you can drop the lever
Yea running out of time so here's a disclosure
Player 8 gonna join, so gimme the controller
Ya'll playing my game, call this shit poker
Ya'll think I'm bluffing so I adjust my composure
I'm about to go ham on this melody
Gonna assassinate this beat, Kennedy
Ya'll think you won but theirs a discrepancy
I was built for this shit, call it Destiny
This ain't Call of Duty, don't use no spray and pray
Sneak up behind them, press B to melee
Ya'll think this shit tough, it's child's play
You best think twice about who you betray
Gotch yall fooled with a swoop of my hair
Cid the Kid going in so you best beware
Smoking weed daily, don't consider it impaired
Ya'll called the game early, you best be prepared
But in this world you only winning when its earned
So stop claiming wins when they aren't even deserved
Ill turn down the flames so you won't get burned
Hope you heard well, a lesson well learned
F*cking bitches, but I had to curve them on the same day
Treated them bad, So I should be treated the same way
But in the end there's only one thing left to say
It is what it is, call that shit Easy Day
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