Ain't Easy - Bossman Dlow & G Herbo: letras de canções, vídeos de música e concertos

Bossman Dlow & G Herbo

Ain't Easy

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Ain't Easy foi lançado em 10 de abril de 2026 por Alamo como parte do álbum Chicken Talkin Bastard

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Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bossman Dlow

Performer

G Herbo

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Devante McCreary

Devante McCreary

Composer

Herbert R Wright

Herbert R Wright

Composer

Dandre Ferby

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Luh Ron

Producer

Joe LaPorta

Mastering Engineer

Dub Tha Prodigy

Dub Tha Prodigy

Recording Engineer

Letra

[Intro]

Big Za the biggest fuckin' shark in that water, don't ever fuckin' forget, ****

What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, ****?

[Chorus]

Broke boy speakin' on me, you ain't worth my time, ****

I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, ****

One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, ****

Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, ****

In these streets, ain't no one foot out and one foot in

And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in

I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they can't see me

Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy

[Verse 1]

My watch say, "Bling-blow, it's time to do it"

He talk about getting money, my kind of music

I know times get hard, just keep grinding through it

Being broke in everybody business is not amusing

Stayed down, thank you God, know I prayed for this shit

Invested in it, lost it quickly, caught a case for this shit

Double R, stars in the ceiling, I'm outer space in this bitch

It ain't gon' fall in your lap, ****, you gotta get up and chase this shit

Broke-ass **** can't get no money, you better stop all that playin'

No, bae, I can't buy you nothin', baby girl, I'm not your man

Real shooters, for a thousand dollars, they'll march like a band

I'm the type, know you've been talkin' shit 'bout me, I don't show my hand

Keep it street, don't talk to the police, that's how it's supposed to be

If you ain't make no money today, you shouldn't even go to sleep

I'm the type, when it's time to pay the plug, it's all there

Type a **** don't ask for nun', I'll go and get it myself

[Chorus]

Broke boy speakin' on me, you ain't worth my time, ****

I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, ****

One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, ****

Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, ****

In these streets, ain't no one foot out and one foot in

And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in

I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they can't see me

Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy

[Verse 2]

All my real **** 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

Neck 350, that's a fact, this ain't even my hardest kit

I'm like a kennel, ****, no bap, I got all the dog shit

Scrape the paint up on the Track, same day I bought that bitch

I'm at the studio in the Raq, even though I'm a walkin' lick

Who want smoke? I'll 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've been grinding since way back

Got the labels on my line, tryna sign a supermax

I'm so turnt, I can't even stress, out here earnin', can't even rest

Hundred million, I've 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 RS's, swerve

[Chorus]

Broke boy speakin' on me, you ain't worth my time, ****

I jumped out and went and got everything that's mine, ****

One thing 'bout shinin' hard, can't skip the grind, ****

Not a soul in this globe like me you can find, ****

In these streets, ain't no one foot out and one foot in

And one thing 'bout work, you get what you put in

I throw them Carti frames on, boy, they can't see me

Everything too hard, boy, ain't shit easy

Written by: Dandre Ferby, Devante McCreary, Herbert R Wright

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