Ain't Easy
by BossMan Dlow
From the album: Chicken Talkin Bastard
Track 6 of 20 on Chicken Talkin Bastard (2026).
Duration: 3:35
Lyrics for Ain't Easy
Big Za, the biggest fuckin' shark in that water Don't ever fuckin' forget, nigga What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? I told Moron I need some shit that got some bounce Broke boy speakin' on me, he ain't worth my time, nigga I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, nigga One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, nigga Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, nigga (I swear) In these streets, ain't no one for thine and one for them (No) And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in (Nigga) I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they Can't see me (Boy, they can't see me) Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy (Boy, ain't shit easy) My watch say bling-blaow, it's time to do it (Let's get it goin') He talk about gettin' money, my kind of music (Heavy much) I know times get hard, just keep grindin' Through it (Keep grindin' through it) Bein' broke in everybody business is not amusin' Stayed down, thank you, God, know I Prayed for this shit (Thank you, God) Invested in me, lost it quickly, caught a case for this shit (Facts) Double R stars in the ceilin', I'm out of space in this bitch It ain't gon' fall in your lap, nigga You gotta get up and chase that shit Broke-ass nigga can't get no money You better stop all that playin' (No) No bae, I can't buy you nothin', baby Girl, I'm not your man (Not your man) Real shooters, for a thousand dollars They'll march like a band (Oh yeah) I'm the type know you been talkin' shit ' Bout me, I don't show my hand (I don't do that) Keep it street, don't talk to the police That's how it's 'posed to be (That's a fact) If you ain't made no money today, you shouldn't Even go to sleep (You ain't been, huh?) I'm the type when it's time to pay the plug, it's all up (It's all up) Type of nigga don't ask for nothin', I'll go and get it myself Broke boy speakin' on me, he ain't worth my time, nigga I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, nigga One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, nigga Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, nigga (I swear) In these streets, ain't no one for thine and one for them (No) And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in (Nigga) I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they Can't see me (Boy, they can't see me) Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy (Boy, ain't shit easy) Ayy, all my real niggas stand up It's a go, make a toast to all the M's I ran up All my bros rockin' Rollies and our Glocks don't jam up Pullin' up, Bentley trucks, 'Rari trucks, brand new Lamb' trucks Next 350, that's a fact, this ain't even my hardest kick I'm like a kennel, nigga, no bap, I got all the dog shit Scraped the paint up on the Track' same day I bought that bitch I'm at the studio in a 'Rari even though I'm a walkin' lick (You heard me?) Who wanna smoke? I get shit smacked Lot of rappers can't talk like this All my savages want racks, who the fuck you think taught 'em this? 'Bout to grab a new Maybach, I been grindin' since way back (Way back) Got the labels on my line tryna sign a supermax (What up?) I'm so turnt, I can't even stress, out Here earnin', can't even rest (Uh-huh) Hundred million, I been learnin' how to make that off investments I put wifey in the best shit, switch up Birkins out like dresses You go Porsche 911, I whip GT3 RSs, swervin' Broke boy speakin' on me, he ain't worth my time, nigga I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, nigga One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, nigga Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, nigga (I swear) In these streets, ain't no one for thine and one for them (No) And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in (Nigga) I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they Can't see me (Boy, they can't see me) Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy (Boy, ain't shit easy)