[Verse 1] Keepin it real ... I take a shot of Hennessey
now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel
bags full of sess weed laced with hash
Phone calls from my niggas on the,
other side
Two childhood friends just died
I couldn't cry
A damn shame,
when will we ever change
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguments
with my boo it's true
I spend more time with my niggas then I do with you
But
everywhere it's the same thang
That's the game, I'll be damned if a thang
changed
Fuck the fame
I'll be hustling to make a million
Lord knows,
ain't no love for us ghetto children
So we cold, rag top slowin' down time
to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass
Ugh, it ain't
easy
That's my motto
Drinkin' Tangeray straight out the bottle
Everybody
wanna know if I'm insane
My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
And all
the drama got me stressin' like I'm hopeless
I can't cope, me and the homies
smokin' roaches
Cause we broke late night hangin' out till the sunrise gettin
high
Watchin' the cops roll by
It ain't easy, that's right
[Chorus]
(3X)
It
ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary
Or will I stay free? [Verse 2]
I
can't sleep niggas plottin' on me
Kill me while I'm dreaming wake up sweaty
and screaming
Cause I can hear them suckas scheming
Probably paranoid,
problem
is I'm supposed to be fantasizing
A brother bite the bullet open fire and I
died I wonder why this the way it is
Even now
looking for killa kids
Cause they wild, Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga
representin'
Doin' 20 to life in San Quentin
Gettin calls from my nigga Mike
Tyson
Ain't nuttin' nice
Yo Pac, "Do something righteous with your
life"
And even tho' you innocent you still a nigga
So they figure rather
have behind bars then triggas
But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug
Life"
Lickin' shots till I see my niggas free on my block
No,
it ain't easy
Till I see my niggas free
On the block
Uh, it ain't easy
[Chorus]
(3X)
It
ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary
Or will I stay free? [Verse 3]
Lately, I've been reminiscing
about peppermint snaps
And Junior High hit the block
Keepin' eyes on the cops
While
G-Boy slang
rocks
Just a project kid without a conscience
I'm having dreams
Of
hearing screams at my concerts
Meetin' all my childhood peers
Through the
years tryin' to stack a little green
I was only seventeen when I
started servin' fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
Sold
my Impala cause these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see
tomorrow?
Am I fallin' off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say,
fuck all a y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin'
I can't go
home
Cause mutha-fuckas think I'm buggin'
So now I'm in this high powered
cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge
Can't post no bail
What,
do I do in these county blues
Gettin' battered and bruised
By the you
know who
And these fakes get the shakin' when they face me
Snakes ain't
got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin' in this livin' hell
Listenin' to
niggas yell
Tryin' to torture 'em to tell
I'm gettin' mail
But ain't nobody
sayin' much
The same old nuts is makin' bucks
While these sluts is
gettin' fucked
They violated my probation
And it seems I'll be going on
a long vacation
Meanwhile... It ain't easy
No ...
[Chorus] (5X)
It
ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary
Or will I stay free? | 