It Ain't Easy, It Ain't Easy

Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler

White girl from Russia, spread her like mustard

Feeling no pressure, yeah, we get slept on

Cool 'cause my bread long, I'm in her like tampons

Jelly that's and one, pink like I'm Cam'ron

Carats like Anwar, bitch it's no fair ones

Vintage like Flintstones, icey, them big stones

Ballin' like Jim Jones, Flatbush, that is home

Talk out yo' mouth, front and that bitch gone

Damn Zombie, got like ten hoes

Grabbing ass, that's a handful

Zombie show, line around the block

Hard work took us to the top

Uh, it ain't easy, it ain't easy (nope)

Used to be my ace boon coon and now you coon on TV (all bad)

Swear the shit I'm seeing, don't believe the seasons (why?)

Only way I fall is if I crack my kundalini, sweetie

Here's a tip, form your own opinions out this bitch

Herd of niggas on the side and they don't hurt my confidence

I'm a born sinner winning, everything I gotta be

I'ma wear the thing out, like New York fashion week

She a freak, fit physique, she done came up on the beat

For the block, got the Glock tote, designer boxer briefs

What you see? She bougie? She don't wear no D&G

Freakily, hold your key, in the suite I'm counting sheep, sleep

Bitch I'm a hustler (yeah), don't fold under pressure (woo)

After I fuck you, I'ma forget ya (forget ya)

Not gonna text ya (nah), flex like a wrestler

Give me a weapon (yeah), that's ruthless aggression (woo)

Feel like I'm Usher, this my confession ('fession)

The rest of y'all weak as the closer you get to suspecting

Bitch I'm a hustler, tall like a wrestler

Reach and my bread long, fuck like a porn star

Sex is impressive, she be coming in seconds

Counting my sins, skippin' my blessings

So much aggression, take a look at my necklace

Take a look at my life, nigga, you can't do better

You see my reflection ('flection), I need a whole section (section)

Bottles and bottles and bottles and bottles, I know it's excessive ('cessive)

She call me a jerk, she getting rejected

Spent that dough, I get injected

Keep that toolie undetected

I keep count of all my blessings

Get in tune or disconnected

Look, you see in my eyes, I'm not lazy (lazy)

Beast mode, you can't tame me (tame me)

Never sold my soul, are you crazy? (crazy, haha)

I'm on the road, with the gang, Beast

I'm on tree just like an ornament

Your breathe is hot you might want a mint

You her boy toy but she want a man

You more like our subordinate

Line you up, send the coordinates

Went to PR 'cause I want a tan

I'm a twenty on a scale of one to ten

We got matching rings like we the Wonder Twins

I am not playing like I'm on the bench at a game

'Cause the ref fouled me out for a tech

I shoot the trey in they face leave you jaw dropped

I'm puttin' the points up 'cause I've been the best

Beast Coast the team, no I'm not with the Nets

I shoot my shot, every time it's all net

If we overseas, then I Euro step

We Warriors, all my guys shootin' like Steph

Run you over if you in the way, there ain't no beep-beep

Quick to bang and I'm with the gang, strapped like a CP

Switched the lanes, yeah, my rap done changed and ya'll get street sweeped

Hit the stage, she gon' suck the team, just for a retweet

Niggas be clones, but they ain't the owner

Fathered your style, now give me my tokens

It's been a while, like I was in coma

Now that I'm back, I'm king like a cobra

Sipping the Act, and y'all get it slower

She say I'm tense, got knots in my clothin'

Diamonds they dance, she bending it over

She got a man, but live in the moment (uh)

Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler

Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler

Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler

Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler