Listen to It Ain't Easy, It Ain't Easy (feat. Flatbush Zombies, Nyck Caution, Kirk Knight, CJ Fly & AKTHESAVIOR) by Beast Coast

It Ain't Easy, It Ain't Easy (feat. Flatbush Zombies, Nyck Caution, Kirk Knight, CJ Fly & AKTHESAVIOR)

Beast Coast

Hip-Hop/Rap

17,030 Shazams

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flatbush Zombies
Flatbush Zombies
Vocals
Nyck Caution
Nyck Caution
Vocals
Kirk Knight
Kirk Knight
Vocals
CJ Fly
CJ Fly
Vocals
AKTHESAVIOR
AKTHESAVIOR
Vocals
Erick The Arc Elliott
Erick The Arc Elliott
Vocals
Issa Gold
Issa Gold
Vocals
Meechy Darko
Meechy Darko
Vocals
Powers Pleasant
Powers Pleasant
Vocals
Zombie Juice
Zombie Juice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Lewis
Antonio Lewis
Songwriter
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Songwriter
Jesse Cordasco
Jesse Cordasco
Songwriter
Demetri Simms
Demetri Simms
Songwriter
Kirlan Labarrie
Kirlan Labarrie
Songwriter
Chaine Downer Jr.
Chaine Downer Jr.
Songwriter
Akeem Joseph
Akeem Joseph
Songwriter
Sam Wishkoski
Sam Wishkoski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Dopps
Tyler Dopps
Mixing Engineer
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Mixing Engineer
Darly Lara
Darly Lara
Engineer
Brandon Peralta
Brandon Peralta
Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Executive Producer
Sam Wishkoski
Sam Wishkoski
Producer

Lyrics

Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler White girl from Russia, spread her like mustard Feeling no pressure, yeah, we get slept on Cool 'cause my bread long, I'm in her like tampons Jelly that's and one, pink like I'm Cam'ron Carats like Anwar, bitch it's no fair ones Vintage like Flintstones, icey, them big stones Ballin' like Jim Jones, Flatbush, that is home Talk out yo' mouth, front and that bitch gone Damn Zombie, got like ten hoes Grabbing ass, that's a handful Zombie show, line around the block Hard work took us to the top Uh, it ain't easy, it ain't easy (Nope) Used to be my ace boon coon and now you coon on TV (All bad) Swear the shit I'm seeing, don't believe the seasons (Why?) Only way I fall is if I crack my kundalini, sweetie Here's a tip, form your own opinions out this bitch Herd of niggas on the side and they don't hurt my confidence I'm a born sinner winning, everything I gotta be I'ma wear the thing out, like New York fashion week She a freak, fit physique, she done came up on the beat For the block, got the Glock tote, designer boxer briefs What you see? She bougie? She don't wear no D&G Freakily, hold your key, in the suite I'm counting sheep, sleep Bitch I'm a hustler (Yeah), don't fold under pressure (Woo) After I fuck you, I'ma forget ya (Forget ya) Not gonna text ya (Nah), flex like a wrestler Give me a weapon (Yeah), that's ruthless aggression (Woo) Feel like I'm Usher, this my confession ('Fession) The rest of y'all weak as the closer you get to suspecting Bitch I'm a hustler, tall like a wrestler Reach and my bread long, fuck like a porn star Sex is impressive, she be coming in seconds Counting my sins, skippin' my blessings So much aggression, take a look at my necklace Take a look at my life, nigga, you can't do better You see my reflection ('Flection), I need a whole section (Section) Bottles and bottles and bottles and Bottles, I know it's excessive ('Cessive) She call me a jerk, she getting rejected Spent that dough, I get injected Keep that toolie undetected I keep count of all my blessings Get in tune or disconnected Look, you see in my eyes, I'm not lazy (Lazy) Beast mode, you can't tame me (Tame me) Never sold my soul, are you crazy? (Crazy, haha) I'm on the road, with the gang, Beast I'm on tree just like an ornament Your breathe is hot you might want a mint You her boy toy but she want a man You more like our subordinate Line you up, send the coordinates Went to PR 'cause I want a tan I'm a twenty on a scale of one to ten We got matching rings like we the Wonder Twins I am not playing like I'm on the bench at a game 'Cause the ref fouled me out for a tech I shoot the trey in they face leave you jaw dropped I'm puttin' the points up 'cause I've been the best Beast Coast the team, no I'm not with the Nets I shoot my shot, every time it's all net If we overseas, then I Euro step We Warriors, all my guys shootin' like Steph Run you over if you in the way, there ain't no beep-beep Quick to bang and I'm with the gang, strapped like a CP Switched the lanes, yeah, My rap done changed and ya'll get street sweeped Hit the stage, she gon' suck the team, just for a retweet Niggas be clones, but they ain't the owner Fathered your style, now give me my tokens It's been a while, like I was in coma Now that I'm back, I'm king like a cobra Sipping the Act, and y'all get it slower She say I'm tense, got knots in my clothin' Diamonds they dance, she bending it over She got a man, but live in the moment (Uh) Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler
Writer(s): Samuel Wishkoski, Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Antonio Lewis, Jesse Cordasco, Tyler Dopps, Kirlan Labarrie, Chaine St. Aubin Downer, Ak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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