It Ain’t Easy, It Ain’t Easy Beast Coast

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler
White girl from Russia, spread her like mustard
Feeling no pressure, yeah, we get slept on
Cool 'cause my bread long, I'm in her like tampons
Jelly that's and one, pink like I'm Cam'ron
Carats like Anwar, bitch it's no fair ones
Vintage like Flintstones, icy, 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

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
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