It Ain't Easy

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 mo' 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 thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, 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, uhh It ain't easy, that's my motto Drinkin' Tanqueray straight out the bottle Everybody wanna know if I'm insane My baby mama gotta 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 'til the sunrise gettin' high Watchin' the cops roll by It ain't easy... that's right [Hook] It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free? [Verse 2] I can't sleep, niggas plottin' on to 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 this 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 nuttin' nice Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life And even though you're innocent you still a nigga, so they figure Rather have you behind bars than triggers But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin' shots 'Til I see my niggas free on the block But no it ain't easy, hahahah 'Til I see my niggas free on the block, uh It ain't easy [Hook] [Verse 3] Lately been reminiscin' 'Bout 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 Tryna 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]