It Ain’t Easy lyrics

[Chorus: Kyyngg]
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
b*tch, 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 n*ggas 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

[Verse 1: Kyyngg]
Lil crazy boy out them projects, huh
You know my heart where that nine at, yeah
I take your sh*t, boy, don't doubt that
I'm a cruel dude, caught him in that mouse trap
And it's oh sh*t, boy, you better be a great white
Take his b*tch 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 n*ggas, f*ck them hood rats
I take your whole life, yeah
I'm with Mazi and we alright
Lil pus*y b*tch talking beef then it's on sight
[Chorus: Kyyngg]
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
b*tch, 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 n*ggas 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

[Verse 2: 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 b*tches 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
[Chorus: Kyyngg]
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
b*tch, 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 n*ggas 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