It Ain’t Easy

Phone calls from my niggas on the other side / Two childhood friends just died, I couldn’t cry / A damn shame, when will we ever change?
Keepin’ it real

[Verse 1]
I take a shot of Hennessy
Now I’m strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of cess weed laced with hash
Phone calls from my niggas on the other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn’t cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change?
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain?
Arguments with my boo, it’s true
I spend more time with my niggas than I do with you
But everywhere it’s the same thang
That’s the game, I’ll be damned if a thing changed
Fuck the fame, I’ll be hustlin’ to make a million
Lord knows ain’t no love for us ghetto children
So we cold, Rag-top slowin’ down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass
Uh, it ain’t easy, that’s my motto
Drinkin’ Tanqueray straight out the bottle
Everybody wanna know if I’m insane
My baby mama got a mind full of silly games
And all the drama got me stressin’ like I’m hopeless
I can’t cope, me and the homies smokin’ roaches
Cause we broke, late night, hangin’ out till the sunrise
Gettin’ high, watchin’ the cops roll by
It ain’t easy; that’s right, it ain’t easy

[Hook] (x3)
It ain’t easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?

I can’t sleep, niggas plottin’ on me, kill me while I’m dreamin’
Wake up sweaty and screamin’, cause I can hear them suckers schemin’
Probably paranoid, problem is them punks be fantasizin’
A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died
I wonder why, it’s just the way it is, even now
Lookin’ out for these killa kids ’cause they wild
Bill Clinton, can you recognize a nigga representin’
Doin’ twenty to life in San Quentin?
Gettin’ calls from my nigga Mike Tyson
“Ain’t nothin’ nice
Yo ’Pac, do somethin’ righteous with your life”
And even though you’re innocent you still a nigga
So they figure, rather have you behind bars than triggers
But I’ma hold you down and holla Thug Life
Lickin’ shots ’til I see my niggas free on the block
But no, it ain’t easy, ha ha ha
Till I see my niggas free on the block, uh, it ain’t easy


Lately been reminiscin about Peppermint Schnapps
In Junior High hit the block
Keep an eye on the cops while d-boys slang rocks
Just a project kid without a conscience
I’m havin’ dreams of hearin screams at my concerts
Me and all my childhood peers
Through the years tryin’ to stack a little green
I was only seventeen when I started servin’ fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dolla
Sold my Impala cause these hard times make me wanna holla
Will I live to see tomorrow? Am I fallin’ off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say: “Fuck all of y’all!”
Ain’t nobody down with me, I’m thuggin
I can’t go home, cause muh’fuckers think I’m buggin
So now I’m in this high-powered cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge, can’t post no bail
What do I do in these county blues?
Gettin’ battered and bruised by the you-know-who
And these fakes get to shakin when they face me
Snakes ain’t got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin’ in this livin hell, listenin to niggas yell
Tryin’ to torture ’em to tell, I’m gettin’ mail
But ain’t nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
Is makin’ bucks while these sluts is gettin’ fucked
They violated my probation
And it seems I’ll be goin’ on a long vacation
Meanwhile it ain’t easy… no, it ain’t easy

[Hook] (x2)