Ain’t Easy
I been thru so much it ain't easy
I made it and now they see me
Greedy, they wanna be me
See the money I make and these vvs
Bitch left me when I was broke
I bet no bitch right now would leave me
30 shots in the blick, red dot and scope
It's war we ain't doin' no treaty's
Just hid stash for bro
Ain't sign no paper, ain't selling my soul
Trust, I know how it go
They love you broke and hate when you blow
They all climbed out ain't left me no rope
I went hard way and made it alone
Want do the same, you're doing it wrong
Relying on people, do it your own
I popped they calling my phone
See the movement but they doubted
Got to the top man look astounded
Jakes come look for the pack ain't found it
Never snitch, I keep it on mute
Rock Tech Fleece, ain't wearing no suit
I'm focused on rappin', dropping these tunes
All that come out my mouth be true
Watch out who you call your bro
Keep ya head low and you'll pop fasho
Don't ride dat slow, might cock that pole and let it blow
I stood 10 toes, I ain't never fold
Opp went missin' whereabouts unknown
Popo want talk I'm quiet tho
Never on the net, we go up close
He want drama, put his ass on show
I made it and now they see me
Greedy, they wanna be me
See the money I make and these vvs
Bitch left me when I was broke
I bet no bitch right now would leave me
30 shots in the blick, red dot and scope
It's war we ain't doin' no treaty's
Just hid stash for bro
Ain't sign no paper, ain't selling my soul
Trust, I know how it go
They love you broke and hate when you blow
They all climbed out ain't left me no rope
I went hard way and made it alone
Want do the same, you're doing it wrong
Relying on people, do it your own
I popped they calling my phone
See the movement but they doubted
Got to the top man look astounded
Jakes come look for the pack ain't found it
Never snitch, I keep it on mute
Rock Tech Fleece, ain't wearing no suit
I'm focused on rappin', dropping these tunes
All that come out my mouth be true
Watch out who you call your bro
Keep ya head low and you'll pop fasho
Don't ride dat slow, might cock that pole and let it blow
I stood 10 toes, I ain't never fold
Opp went missin' whereabouts unknown
Popo want talk I'm quiet tho
Never on the net, we go up close
He want drama, put his ass on show
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Writer(s): Pedro Brandão
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