Lyrics Make It Look Easy - Berner, Lil Durk

Make It Look Easy

Bah
GOTTI
I hate to clash with niggas
Attitude bad, I don’t last with niggas
Lost her son, bring flowers with her
Take me down, won’t allow you niggas
I got mad with the one I live with 'cause she ain’t let me slide on niggas
Screamin' murders just to get some views, the feds won’t grab 'em niggas
Eight-ball stuffed in my PSDs
Get my weed from P and G
Dangerous, that shit PnB
Fucked up, ate a PBJ
I get drank from a CNA
Hate when a killer leave DNA
Put a bag on you, they’ll kill you in a day
Got in my bag, better get out my way, they’ll burn you
Need weed, call Berner on a burner (What up?)
Cook C, then hit it like Turner
I get greazy like J-Money
Too easy, shit was like Gunna
Talked to Bella, I ain’t breakin' my promise
Freak bitch put a hole in my condom
Had the hood get hot like a sauna
Hope bro don’t die this summer
You know, I prefer the harder way
Hard, it’s hard
Oh (Yeah, but we make it look easy)
It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, oh (We make it look easy)
It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, oh (We make it look easy)
It’s hard (It's hard), it’s hard (It's hard, we make it look easy)
I got forty ones for forty-one
Lost two hun', what a horrible run
Fresh bag, though, got more to come
Army trucks, so grab more than one
Late night, when I sleepwalk, I hear the streets talkin' (I hear the streets
talkin')
It’s hard out here, they don’t eat often
Told 'em stay low, keep the heat often
From twenty likes to a hundred plus, I had to run it up (Run it up)
Made ten mil', then I doubled up
On the good one, no double cup
We fly cash when the mail’s hot
Six bitches on Southwest
Money orders, big faces
Been five days without rest
I’m out West on the Bay Bridge
Just grabbed the keys to my eighth crib
Life’s a trip, take a sip
Pour the rest, I’m sick of stress
More commas, I’m back tweakin'
Pack shippin' in big trucks
Stash house is in London now
Had to go big, couldn’t give it up (Couldn't give it up)
I’m big dog, we smoke different
From breakin' hoes and coke flippin'
And two B’s, we boast different (We boast different)
Big dog, we smoke different
From breakin' hoes and coke flippin'
And two B’s, we boast different (We boast different, yeah)
You know, I prefer the harder way
Hard, it’s hard
Oh (Yeah, but we make it look easy)
It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, oh (We make it look easy)
It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, oh (We make it look easy)
It’s hard (It's hard), it’s hard (It's hard, we make it look easy)