Letras It Ain't Easy - kyyngg, Yung Mazi

It Ain't Easy

Now we running to the finish line, it’s time to give me mine
Mom, I’m selling all them nickels and scraping them pennies up
Bitch, I’m coming from New Orleans, ain’t no fraudin'
They taking everything you got, no time to park it
It ain’t easy, where I’m from, please believe me
These niggas killin'
Got children who making children
They trapping, that’s in the system
And we gotta play our cards
Just the way that we livin', yeah
Lil crazy boy out them projects, huh
You know my heart where that nine at, yeah
I take your shit, boy, don’t doubt that
I’m a cruel dude, caught him in that mouse trap
And it’s oh shit, boy, you better be a great white
Take his bitch to my brib and I gave her great pipe
Then send her a fucking Uber, please have a safe night
Lil ma, I gotta feed my kids, I don’t need no wife
Tell the judge free all my niggas, fuck them hood rats
I take your whole life, yeah
I’m with Mazi and we alright
Lil pussy bitch talking beef then it’s on sight
Now we running to the finish line, it’s time to give me mine
Mom, I’m selling all them nickels and scraping them pennies up
Bitch, I’m coming from New Orleans, ain’t no fraudin'
They taking everything you got, no time to park it
It ain’t easy, where I’m from, please believe me
These niggas killin'
Got children who making children
They trapping, that’s in the system
And we gotta play our cards
Just the way that we livin', yeah
Hold up, pour up
My childhood wasn’t easy, it was hard on me
I had the crack, I had the pills, I had the weed from California
Beef can kill your kids, abortion, slap a rapper then extort him
Broke lil bitches let you fuck 'em, I’ma work 'em, free my homies
My whole circle you can’t beat, my homie
I was hungry, lick my plate
Tryna go to jail just to visit Gates
Wish I seen my kids every day, growing up wasn’t easy
I ain’t have eighty cents a day like them kids on the TV
I would never tell on my kids, believe me
Learn to deal with the hate, if I love you, you forever straight
Keep it G with me for God’s sake, my lil mane will tell ya
Now we running to the finish line, it’s time to give me mine
Mom, I’m selling all them nickels and scraping them pennies up
Bitch, I’m coming from New Orleans, ain’t no fraudin'
They taking everything you got, no time to park it
It ain’t easy, where I’m from, please believe me
These niggas killin'
Got children who making children
They trapping, that’s in the system
And we gotta play our cards
Just the way that we livin', yeah