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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
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 |