Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Ain't Easy, artist - SkrapzDate of issue: 19.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It Ain't Easy |
| Boom! |
| Niggas gwarning like there tough but there forcing it |
| I hit them up and make them niggas unfortunate |
| I’m grinding in the same tracksuit for so long I might fling onto eBay and try |
| and auction it |
| I’m in a D&G tee I look staunch in it |
| I call my gun mixtape cah I’m launching it |
| Niggers talking about there cars I done had a black benz couple bimmas all my |
| cars had sports in it |
| My flows dope Innit |
| Ice city run tings alie though other rappers can’t cope innit |
| Man said I can’t rap he’s got joke innit |
| I might grab mans throat and start choking it |
| I gave my Young buck a rucksack with coke in it |
| Drop it off to my man but don’t open it |
| I told him yo listen up hustle hard by the end of the year I bet you see the |
| results in it |
| Yeah, It ain’t easy |
| Noooo… |
| It ain’t easy |
| Oh no oh no oh nooooo… |
| It ain’t easy |
| I’m tryna make a change off this rap game |
| Tired of the weed and the crack game |
| Multiplying for the chips |
| I guess I’m tryna get rich |
| But I got my mind on these pricks |
| All eyes on my stick |
| When I ride on the strip .45 iron with the grip |
| I’m sick and tired of the shit |
| It’s got me lying to my kid |
| And now it’s got lying to my kids |
| It’s got me lying telling fibs |
| I’m 25 how I’m gonna rise outta this |
| Came in the game neutral |
| Raised in the dark part of life where its crucial |
| Friends say there friends next minute wannna shoot you |
| Can’t trust a soul in the game that’s the usual |
| Life that I’m used too |
| Bussin' guns touching funds |
| On the road clutching son |
| Anytime we in the battlefield |
| Already been to war and seem niggers in the battle squeal |
| Zino Records |
| Yeah, It ain’t easy |
| Noooo… |
| It ain’t easy |
| Oh no oh no oh nooooo… |
| It ain’t easy |
| I’m tryna make a change off this rap game |
| Tired of the weed and the crack game |
| I’m on the block with a ting |
| Free my niggers locked on the wing |
| Need a shop 3 boxes of cling |
| Me and that nigga used to roll since Wallabees |
| Stepping on them yellow bricks but he ain’t coming home like Dorothy |
| Uh, I just left hatton gardens just spent some stacks |
| Block crowding round the ring like wrestling match |
| Before I had a strap I kept the blade with me like wesley now I’m a maid |
| niggers like Jefferey |
| I’m on license but I’m drink driving |
| My nigga got strip searched with like 6 Z’ds inside him |
| Lucky to be free still risking my freedom but i’ll gang bang as long as them |
| niggers are breathing |
| People In my life I can’t let the corner take it |
| Gold diggers tryna secure the ting just before I make it |
| Getting loot now the hoods jealous |
| But nina got a cut like Paulie in good fellas |
| Yeah, It ain’t easy |
| Noooo… |
| It ain’t easy |
| Oh no oh no oh nooooo… |
| It ain’t easy |
| I’m tryna make a change off this rap game |
| Tired of the weed and the crack game |