Lyrics HoodRich Pablo Juan – Easy
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Balance is key
Balance good, karate good
Everything good
Balance bad, better pack up, go home
They think it’s easy
The streets greasy
My niggas, they depend on me and my mama, she need me
Told myself I’ll get a plate and all my niggas eating it
All up in the situation, blessed just to be breathing
Think it’s easy? Shit ain’t easy
Think it’s easy? Shit ain’t easy
Got some niggas that’ll never come home, they’ll never breathe again
They think it’s easy, but I’m working hard, I’m praying when
This shit ain’t easy, this shit took hard work
Pour a four of mud, that’s for my niggas that’s in the dirt
When my nigga Gentrell died, that shit hurt
Taught me a valuable lesson: fuck the hoes, nigga, money first
I wanna get rich, can’t go to work
I remember days my dick was in the dirt
Then got it up, started rocking Ballys, smoking purp
Used to be ignorant, but I learned
A lot of niggas acting real, but they turnt
Gotta buy mama whatever she want
Treated you like a brother, but you don’t
Hold up, nigga, I don’t like to talk
They think it’s easy
The streets greasy
My niggas, they depend on me and my mama, she need me
Told myself I’ll get a plate and all my niggas eating it
Think it’s easy? Shit ain’t easy
Think it’s easy? Shit ain’t easy
Got some niggas that’ll never come home, they’ll never breathe again
They think it’s easy, but I’m working hard, I’m playing to win
Think it’s easy everyday in the streets?
Take a chance every time when all I could do is pray, I never panic
I done a show, praying every time I landed
I worked hard for it, I ain’t had nothing handed
Think I need a silver spoon for? It ain’t no cereal
I used to have to sleep on dirty clothes, it’s a miracle
I gotta get the money, I don’t care nothing ’bout material
You can be my partner, now I’m contemplating on killing them
They think it’s easy
The streets greasy (You know what I’m saying?)
My niggas, they depend on me and my mama, she need me (Got bigger shit to do, man, you know what I mean?)
Told myself I’ll get a plate and all my niggas eating it (All my niggas depend on me, man, gotta buy mama a big house, man)
All up in the situation, blessed just to be breathing (Gotta buy mama some Cartiers, you know what I’m saying)
Think it’s easy? Shit ain’t easy (Shit ain’t easy, real street shit, nigga)
Think it’s easy? Shit ain’t easy (Y’all niggas don’t know what it’s like to be me, man)
Got some niggas that’ll never come home, they’ll never breathe again (Can’t man walk a mile in these Givenchys, bro)
They think it’s easy, but I’m working hard, I’m playing to win (That’s on Allah, nigga, 1’5, MONY POWR RSPT, man)