Released: July 12, 2019
Songwriter: Big K.R.I.T. Hal David DJ Camper Burt Bacharach
Producer: Luke Witherspoon DJ Camper
[Intro]
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
Look at what God made, I'm God-like
The image of well-done, I’m too nice
Those "oh-so-wrongs" done turned to "You right"
And those "oh-so" days done turned to great nights
I been peeping and watching, waiting my turn
Since niggas ain't straighten up like a nappy-head mind his perms
Give or take, nowadays rappers like leaves in Fall
They wither away, nowadays I'm like scripture on Sunday
I’m giving them faith, doors is open, no ushers needed
The way I testify my fly, you think I'm preaching
The way I do this shit so big, you'd think I'm Meechi
All my niggas live real good, we call it geechi
Bless me, bless me Lord, no need for sneezing
Achoo, multi first, it's our season
I knew, I catch air without breathing
And bang on a mothafucka that doubted my leaping
Hol' up
[Chorus]
And make it easy on yourself
And make it easy on yourself
Make it
[Verse 2]
Let's be honest, I'm better
I did it without the vouchers and feathers they tethered to keep you together
The distance I jumped off the porch just couldn’t be measured
Yo metaphors never make sense in the storm that I weathered
Undoubtedly, proud to be, I’m like lightning in a bottle
A country boy killing yo' favorite rapper’s bound to shock you
It's funny how faces scrunch when I swing like a Tyson punch
In that old school, my vocals blaring
Nigga, tell me you hearing the level I'm on
Put some bass in yo' tone
Southside, outside Multi lumni’, rep that shit 'til I'm gone
Sun die, sometimes when you stand out, ain't nowhere to belong
Winner's circle, build a castle, guess I'll make this my home
Planting flags, boast and brag, plus I'm stating my feet
You on radio, we do what told, they came to see me
'Cause I did it without a hit, my nigga, you know how it be
When it's real, no doubt, all this here come word of mouth
Put me in yo' conversations, whisper 'bout me like I'm Jason
Only rapper tell you go to church, keep it playa', motivate the nation
I'm a living work of art, ya'll niggas ain't even good at tracing
I'm so throwed in the game, I'm clearing all the bases
I'm so on another level, didn't even know you made it
Looking in the mirror at myself, I'm like "Hi, The Greatness"
Oh, Lord, the way you blessed me, know I must be highly favored
Just this one time, can't make it easy on these haters
Krizzle
[Chorus]
And make it easy on yourself
And make it easy on yourself
Make it
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
Look at what God made, I'm God-like
The image of well-done, I’m too nice
Those "oh-so-wrongs" done turned to "You right"
And those "oh-so" days done turned to great nights
I been peeping and watching, waiting my turn
Since niggas ain't straighten up like a nappy-head mind his perms
Give or take, nowadays rappers like leaves in Fall
They wither away, nowadays I'm like scripture on Sunday
I’m giving them faith, doors is open, no ushers needed
The way I testify my fly, you think I'm preaching
The way I do this shit so big, you'd think I'm Meechi
All my niggas live real good, we call it geechi
Bless me, bless me Lord, no need for sneezing
Achoo, multi first, it's our season
I knew, I catch air without breathing
And bang on a mothafucka that doubted my leaping
Hol' up
[Chorus]
And make it easy on yourself
And make it easy on yourself
Make it
[Verse 2]
Let's be honest, I'm better
I did it without the vouchers and feathers they tethered to keep you together
The distance I jumped off the porch just couldn’t be measured
Yo metaphors never make sense in the storm that I weathered
Undoubtedly, proud to be, I’m like lightning in a bottle
A country boy killing yo' favorite rapper’s bound to shock you
It's funny how faces scrunch when I swing like a Tyson punch
In that old school, my vocals blaring
Nigga, tell me you hearing the level I'm on
Put some bass in yo' tone
Southside, outside Multi lumni’, rep that shit 'til I'm gone
Sun die, sometimes when you stand out, ain't nowhere to belong
Winner's circle, build a castle, guess I'll make this my home
Planting flags, boast and brag, plus I'm stating my feet
You on radio, we do what told, they came to see me
'Cause I did it without a hit, my nigga, you know how it be
When it's real, no doubt, all this here come word of mouth
Put me in yo' conversations, whisper 'bout me like I'm Jason
Only rapper tell you go to church, keep it playa', motivate the nation
I'm a living work of art, ya'll niggas ain't even good at tracing
I'm so throwed in the game, I'm clearing all the bases
I'm so on another level, didn't even know you made it
Looking in the mirror at myself, I'm like "Hi, The Greatness"
Oh, Lord, the way you blessed me, know I must be highly favored
Just this one time, can't make it easy on these haters
Krizzle
[Chorus]
And make it easy on yourself
And make it easy on yourself
Make it