It Ain't Easy Part One

I take a shot of Henessee now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
Phone calls from my ni**az 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
Arguements with my Boo is true
I spend mo' time with my ni**az than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game
I'll be damned if a thang changed, f**k the fame
I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, 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 a*s, uhh
It ain't easy, that's my motto
Drinkin Tanqueray 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 til the sunrise gettin high
Watchin the cops roll by
It ain't easy... that's right

The game is not easy. Its hardest on your psyche. Its hard to keep your identity true. Because everyone wants a piece of you. But which you are you??