It Ain Eazy

It ain't easy workin' on things that everybody say ain't worth it Lying to me, know that you a serpent Life ain't picture perfect, that's what make it worth it Cashin' in my checks, all my dividends Playin' with me, get sent to the lion den You ain't never learned how to fend You ain't never learned how to tote that FN You a little chicken, learn to cluck like a hen Talkin' good in front your homies, but you curse em' in the end Yeah, you curse them in the end, then you say that it's pretend But it's cap with your actions, lyin' in your captions Typin' how you splittin' bread, but that's a wonky-lookin' fraction You workin' for the IRS, the way that you been taxin Homies do a lot for you, but you ain't splittin' none the loot Yo, day comin' rightfully, they plottin' on you And you gon' have to face the boot Remember what I said when I was spittin' in the booth You ain't even see it, you ain't even see it You ain't even see it, it was barely secret But you ain't even see it, you ain't even see it You ain't even see it, nah, you ain't even see it, nah You got caught up in the greed, you was really down to bleed Left your homies in the streets eatin' MREs You ain't care if they was sleepin' on the crete As long as you were gettin' money from your evil deeds And you ain't care about nobody's needs or well-being As long as no one knew about behind-the-scenes Inside the seams, it looked like a smokescreen to me It ain't easy workin' on things that everybody say ain't worth it Lying to me, know that you a serpent Life ain't picture perfect, that's what make it worth it Cashin' in my checks, all my dividends Playin' with me, get sent to the lion den You ain't never learned how to fend You ain't never learned how to tote that FN You a little chicken, learn to cluck like a hen Talkin' good in front your homies, but you curse em' in the end Yeah, you curse them in the end, then you say that it's pretend But it's cap with your actions, lyin' in your captions Typin' how you splittin' bread, but that's a wonky-lookin' fraction You workin' for the IRS, the way that you been taxin Homies do a lot for you, but you ain't splittin' none the loot Yo, day comin' rightfully, they plottin' on you And you gon' have to face the boot Remember what I said when I was spittin' in the booth