Easy

Tryna figure out what to do so soon now

Moved out on my own it's cool

Ain't nobody tell me what to do

I'm working under the table

There's not enough food on the me-n-u

So you and I

Hope that all be fine

Think out the box but we're running in circles

Not only gold glitters and sparkles

I, pick up only when the bag call

Smoke blunts , smell like tobacco

I sold brown to make green