[Verse 1: Skrapz]
Boom!
Niggas gwarning like there tough but there forcing it
I hit them up and make them niggas unfortunate
I'm grinding in the same tracksuit for so long I might fling onto eBay and try and auction it
I'm in a D&G tee I look staunch in it
I call my gun mixtape cah I'm launching it
Niggers talking about there cars I done had a black benz couple bimmas all my cars had sports in it
My flows dope Innit
Ice city run tings alie though other rappers can't cope innit
Man said I can't rap he's got joke innit
I might grab mans throat and start choking it
I gave my Young buck a rucksack with coke in it
Drop it off to my man but don't open it
I told him yo listen up hustle hard by the end of the year I bet you see the results in it
[Chorus: Maestro La Forge & Skrapz]
Yeah, It ain't easy
Noooo...
It ain't easy
Oh no oh no oh nooooo...
It ain't easy
I'm tryna make a change off this rap game
Tired of the weed and the crack game
[Verse 2: Likkle T]
Multiplying for the chips
I guess I'm tryna get rich
But I got my mind on these pricks
All eyes on my stick
When I ride on the strip .45 iron with the grip
I'm sick and tired of the shit
It's got me lying to my kid
And now it's got lying to my kids
It's got me lying telling fibs
I'm 25 how I'm gonna rise outta this
Came in the game neutral
Raised in the dark part of life where its crucial
Friends say there friends next minute wannna shoot you
Can't trust a soul in the game that's the usual
Life that I'm used too
Bussin' guns touching funds
On the road clutching son
Anytime we in the battlefield
Already been to war and seem niggers in the battle squeal
Zino Records
Boom!
Niggas gwarning like there tough but there forcing it
I hit them up and make them niggas unfortunate
I'm grinding in the same tracksuit for so long I might fling onto eBay and try and auction it
I'm in a D&G tee I look staunch in it
I call my gun mixtape cah I'm launching it
Niggers talking about there cars I done had a black benz couple bimmas all my cars had sports in it
My flows dope Innit
Ice city run tings alie though other rappers can't cope innit
Man said I can't rap he's got joke innit
I might grab mans throat and start choking it
I gave my Young buck a rucksack with coke in it
Drop it off to my man but don't open it
I told him yo listen up hustle hard by the end of the year I bet you see the results in it
[Chorus: Maestro La Forge & Skrapz]
Yeah, It ain't easy
Noooo...
It ain't easy
Oh no oh no oh nooooo...
It ain't easy
I'm tryna make a change off this rap game
Tired of the weed and the crack game
[Verse 2: Likkle T]
Multiplying for the chips
I guess I'm tryna get rich
But I got my mind on these pricks
All eyes on my stick
When I ride on the strip .45 iron with the grip
I'm sick and tired of the shit
It's got me lying to my kid
And now it's got lying to my kids
It's got me lying telling fibs
I'm 25 how I'm gonna rise outta this
Came in the game neutral
Raised in the dark part of life where its crucial
Friends say there friends next minute wannna shoot you
Can't trust a soul in the game that's the usual
Life that I'm used too
Bussin' guns touching funds
On the road clutching son
Anytime we in the battlefield
Already been to war and seem niggers in the battle squeal
Zino Records
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