It Ain't Easy - kyyngg, Yung Mazi

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