Yung Mazi - It Ain't Easy lyrics

[Hook: Kyyngg] Now we running to the finish line, it's time to give me mine Mama selling all them nickels, it's keeping her panties on b**h, I'm coming from New Orleans, ain't no fraudin' They taking everything you got, no time to park it It ain't easy, where I'm from, please believe me These lil n***as k**in' Got children who making children They trapping, that's in the system And we gotta play our cards That's just the way that we livin' [Verse 1: Kyyngg] Lil crazy boy out them projects, huh You know my heart where that nine at, yeah I take your sh**, boy, don't doubt that I'm a cool dude, caught him in that mouse trap Oh sh**, boy, you better be a great white Take his b**h to my brib and I gave her great pipe [?] please have a safe flight Lil ma, I gotta feed my kids, I don't need no wife Tell the judge free all my n***as, f** them hood rights I take your whole life, yeah I'm with Mazi and we alright Lil p**y b**h talking beef then it's on sight [Hook: Kyyngg] Now we running to the finish line, it's time to give me mine Mama selling all them nickels, it's keeping her panties on b**h, I'm coming from New Orleans, ain't no fraudin' They taking everything you got, no time to park it It ain't easy, where I'm from, please believe me These lil n***as k**in' Got children who making children They trapping, that's in the system And we gotta play our cards That's just the way that we livin' [Verse 2: Yung Mazi] Hold up, pour up My childhood wasn't easy, it was hard on me I had the crack, I had the pills, I had the weed from California Beef can k** your kids, abortion, slap a rapper then extort him Broke lil b**hes let you f** 'em I'ma work 'em free my homies My whole circle you can't beat, my homie I was hungry, lick my plate Tryna go to jail just to visit Gates Wish I seen my kids every day, growing up wasn't easy I ain't have eighty cents a day like them kids on the TV I would never tell on my kids, believe me Learn to deal with the hate, if I love you, you forever straight Keep it G with me for God's sake, my lil mane will tell ya [Hook: Kyyngg] Now we running to the finish line, it's time to give me mine Mama selling all them nickels, it's keeping her panties on b**h, I'm coming from New Orleans, ain't no fraudin' They taking everything you got, no time to park it It ain't easy, where I'm from, please believe me These lil n***as k**in' Got children who making children They trapping, that's in the system And we gotta play our cards That's just the way that we livin'