Easy Work
[Verse 1]
Let me take you back in time, like 2006
Moving round with sticks, I had no clue about them bricks
Till I got the plug all I knew was round the bits
Now I'm driving up to Sloane, tryna cop some Louis bits
But I remember then, going halves on a benz
Now I'm crusing in the Benz, mix some coca with some benz
Young savage, don't know how my mother managed
Police knocking on the door, I kept her in a panic
My brother's baby mother went to jail for the shotty
Mum's scared that they'll say her son's dead or killed somebody
Lost niggas to the streets, to the jail, to the beef
If I'm honest bar the money it's just heartache and grief
Rolling up the leaf, how I find a little peace
Fly out to Jamaica, sunshine, a likkle breeze
Hoping the police don't find me with my piece
This is my story so I write this shit with ease
[Hook]
No one said it would be easy
But I know I've been working hard
I've been through the wars, believe me
I can show you battle scars
Now the only L I take is L.V
Shoes, belt, bag, tee, ah
Ain't nothing like my past
Ain't nothing like my past
[Verse 2]
I left home at sixteen, selling weed to stay afloat
Old heads make mistakes, I was sitting taking notes
I didn't go college cause the T-house was jumping
I met the plug early and I learned a little something
Had bitches, lost bitches and I met new bitches
But I don't give a shit, I've been focused on these riches
Spend my life trapping daily, nah I'm not a gimmick
But when I hit the Gucci store, Master P, I've got no limit
Ever see a cat O.D.? That shit is mental
Tryna be successful from trapping out that rental
Living in the dunya cause a different kinda hunger
Now them people I was tryna reach are tryna get my number
But I remember nothing in my pocket, bought that pocket rocket
Till I end up in the jail, now everything is going swell
Back up in the booth, I'm working like I never left
DJ TR, it's been like six years, no less
[Hook]
No one said it would be easy
But I know I've been working hard
I've been through the wars, believe me
I can show you battle scars
Now the only L I take is L.V
Shoes, belt, bag, tee, ah
Ain't nothing like my past
Ain't nothing like my past