It Ain't Easy - Skrapz, Likkle T, Nines

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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

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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