Beast Coast - It Ain’t Easy, It Ain’t Easy lyrics

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