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It Ain't Easy
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Kyyngg
Featuring(s) : Yung Mazi
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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 [Kyyngg] 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 f*cking 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, f*ck them hood rats I take your whole life, yeah I'm with Mazi and we alright Lil p*ssy 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 [Yung Mazi] 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 f*ck '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
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