It Ain't Easy, It Ain't Easy (feat. Nyck Caution, Kirk Knight, CJ Fly & AKTHESAVIOR)

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Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler
 Ring came from Russia, spread you like mustard
 Feeling no pressure, yeah, we get slept on
 Quick and my bread long, I'm in it like tampons
 Jet late to San Juan, pink like I'm Cam'ron
 Carats like Anwar, bitches know fare ones
 Bitches like Flintstones, I see them big stones
 Ballin' like Jim Jones, Flatbush, that is home
 Talk out yo' mouth, front and that bitch gone
 Damn Zombie, got like ten hoes
 Grabbing ass, that's a handful
 Zombie show, line around the block
 Hard work took us to the top
 Uh, it ain't easy, it ain't easy (Nope)
 Used to be my ace boon coon and now you coon on TV (All bad)
 Swear the shit I'm seeing, don't believe the seasons (Why?)
 Only way I fall is if I crack my kundalini, sweetie
 Here's a tip, form your own opinions out this bitch
 Herd of niggas on the side and they don't hurt my confidence
 I'm a born sinner winning, everything I gotta be
 I'ma wear the thing out, like New York fashion week
 She a freak, fit physique, she done came up on the beat
 For the block, got the Glock tote, designer boxer briefs
 What you see? She bougie? She don't wear no D&G
 Freakily, hold your key, in the suite I'm counting sheep, sleep
 Bitch I'm a hustler (Yeah), don't fold under pressure (Woo)
 After I fuck you, I'ma forget ya (Forget ya)
 Not gonna text ya (Nah), flex like a wrestler
 Give me a whip it (Yeah), that's ruthless aggression (Woo)
 Feel like I'm Usher, this my confession ('Fession)
 The rest of you as weak as the closer you get to suspecting
 Bitch I'm a hustler, tall like a wrestler
 Reach and my bread long, gon' fuck like a porn star
 Sex is impressive, she be coming in seconds
 Counting my C's, skippin' my blessings
 So much aggression, take a look at my necklace
 Take a look at my life, nigga, you can't do better
 You see my reflection ('Flection),
 I need a whole section (Section)
 Bottles and bottles and bottles and
 Bottles, I know it's excessive ('Cessive)
 She call me a jerk, she getting rejected
 Spent that dough, I get injected
 Keep that toolie undetected
 I keep count of all my blessings
 Get in tune or disconnected
 Look, you see in my eyes, I'm not lazy (Lazy)
 Beast mode, you can't tame me (Tame me)
 Never sold my soul, are you crazy? (Crazy, haha)
 I'm on the road, with the gang, Beast
 I want you just like you want a man
 You reference how you might want a man
 You're her boy toy but she want a man
 You more like I was subordinate
 Line you up, son, like an ordinance
 Went to PR 'cause I want a ten
 I'm a twenty on a scale of one to ten
 We got matching rings like we the Wonder Twins
 I am not playing like I'm on the bench at the game
 'Cause the ref held me out for a tech
 I shoot the trey in they face like you jumped up
 I'm puttin' the points up 'cause I've been the best
 Please cut the team though, I'm not with the bench
 I shoot my shot, every time it's all net
 If we overseas, then I Euro step
 You Warriors, all my guys shootin' like Steph
 Run you over if you in the way, there ain't no beep-beep
 Quick to bang and I'm with the gang, strapped like a CP
 Switched the lanes, yeah,
 My rap done changed and ya'll get street sweeped
 Hit the stage, she gon' suck the team, just for a retweet
 Niggas be clones, but they ain't the owner
 Fathered your style, now give me my tokens
 It's been a while, like I was in coma
 Now that I'm back, I'm king like a cobra
 Sipping the Act, and y'all get it slower
 She say I'm tense, got knots in my clothing
 Diamonds they dance, she bending it over
 She got a man, but live in the moment (Uh)
 Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler
 Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler
 Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler
 Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler
 

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Duration
03:40
Key
10
Tempo
142 BPM

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