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letra de it ain't easy being trill - bun b

it’s a big e beat

[verse 1]
man i don’t want to die, but i don’t want to live like a sucka (why?)
i’d rather feed the worms than be a fake mothaf-cka (huh)
put my reputation on the line and it never wavered (wavered)
it ain’t just ’cause i’m trill (trill) it’s ’cause i’m highly favored (favored)
man, i’m papered up and flavored (flavored)
[?] time for a tailor, then italian leather shoes (shoes)
upgraded from them gators
man, i’m top-floor residin’ (residin’), upgraded from them haters
and that’s been ever since i’ve been a vogue and four skater
man, i’m holdin’ [?] weight up
goddammit it’s the trill-ionaire
rollin’ with some christians, thug n-gg-s and a billionaire
real street n-gg- i was [?] in the nineties
posted in the cut, boy, it wasn’t hard to find me
but now i look back after the wars and the cases
the caskets that i closed on my dead homies’ faces
carried ’em on my shoulders to their final resting places
and told ’em “save your boy a spot at the table”, just in case

[chorus]
’cause it ain’t easy bein’ trill, but d-mn it it’s necessary (‘sary)
it’s a concrete jungle and n-gg-s is predatary (‘tary)
he waits ’round the corner i gotta stay on my toes (toes)
if he shines his light on me and leave these haters exposed (exposed)
’cause it ain’t easy bein’ trill, but d-mn it it’s necessary (‘sary)
it’s a concrete jungle and n-gg-s is predatary (‘tary)
he waits ’round the corner i gotta stay on my toes (toes)
if he shines his light on me and leave these haters exposed (exposed)

[verse 2]
you new up in these streets so it’s best you get to learn a n-gg-
i don’t pay attention to business that don’t concern a n-gg-
swisha sweet burnin’ n-gg-, wood-wheel turnin’ n-gg-
pull up in the ice cream truck, and big worm a n-gg-
you talk a good game, but you ain’t got no hands
you never had a one-on-one fight, i understand
you raised by the tv and the mothaf-ckin’ radio
you ain’t a man, you playin’ like a man, must be crazy ho
all you know is jumpin’ n-gg-s and pullin’ your draco
catch you without your strap, whoop the p-ss out of a fake ho
catch you with that strap, i’m gonna light it up like waco
put them blue-tips right through your mothaf-ckin’ cake hole
give me a break, don’t make me break me off a chunk
’cause you ain’t built for business, you’s a mothaf-ckin’ punk
you gonna end up in the trunk (trunk) best to stay up in your lane (lane)
[?] get set up and get wet up, these streets ain’t playin’ mane

- bun b

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