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triple j (rapper) - easy way out lyrics

takin’ the easy way out
i know what i’m talkin’ about
i just don’t feel like tryin’

[verse 1: teddy p]

why i’ma work so hard
when i can work with the hard
and get paid, and smoke dro
and slide with four hoes, choppin’ on blades
legit, ain’t no stoppin’ the ‘lade
we burnin’ turns, sip yac, relax
we laid back like a perm
and shawn clements had a job, but the only reason that my dawg had it
200 thou, big l!ck, we had to have it
my dawg plotted
couple months, we all robbed it
we better, me and trip kept 50, shawn kept a hundred
keep it cheesy
but keep it easy
i ain’t totin’ no bricks, unless it’s the kind i’m bussin’ quarters for six
kat got a job, and work hard
but what he thinkin?
five years straight, and he still don’t own a lincoln
mom’s b-tchin’, tired of workin’ in the kitchen
this ain’t livin’
cookin’ food and washing dishes
i ain’t wit it
got in the game, glad i did it
feelin’ no pain, just countin’ digits, sh-t

[chorus]
takin’ the easy way out
i know what i’m talkin’ about
i just don’t feel like tryin’
takin’ the easy way out
i know what i’m talkin’ about
i just don’t feel like tryin’

[verse 2: triple j]

first i tried this music sh-t
then i sold c0ke, then i tried it, now i’m using it
and i’m back making’ music again, i’m losing it
nowhere to go, and i’m gettin there fast
people think cuz i got a deal i’m just sittin on cash
that sh-t don’t last
some cars, some clothes, a few jars of dro
cigars and hoes, buying bars at shows
that money blowed!
now i’m back on the highway runnin’ blow
runnin’ low on gas
there go troll, my gun unloads
one blast, will give a n-gga 20, life if he hit
i’m thinkin’ bout my life as a jit
my life was legit
now i’m grown and on my own
just my wife and my pit, no kids
cuz i can’t afford em, plus i can’t support em, but i can’t abort em
so if it happen, it happen
i just try to stay strapped when i’m trappin’ up
people ask me, “what happened to rapping’
didn’t you get a deal?” yeah
ain’t sh-t happen to rappin’
listen, it’s still here, i’m just….

[chorus]

[bridge: shawn clements]
i got a f-cked up past
and i ain’t got no future
how long will i last?
livin’ where these k!llers won’t hesitate to shoot ya
i’m takin’ the easy way out
i know bout them keys in yo house
and i’m coming in that b-tch and i’m gone get em
that b-tch you f-ckin’ with done told me where you hid em

[verse 3: triple j]
what else i’ma do?
a convicted n-gga, plus a high school dropout
you probably think it’s just a copout
but i got bout
17 excuses, and 9 reasons why i’on need no job, i rob
and don’t mind squeezing
must be the season
everybody need him some wealth
i’m tryna come up, just like my n-gga cephus and elk
but see i been dealt, with this f-cked up hand
but i’ma play these cards
parlay this hard
yeah i may get scarred
but i’m…

[chorus]

[outro talking: triple j]
that’s real, a n-gga just get tired of trying sometimes, my n-gga
it’s like this sh-t don’t even be worth it, my n-gga
n-gga done paid so many dues, my n-gga, that sh-t ain’t come back yet, boy
sh-t ain’t pay off yet man, my n-gga, what man?
sick of this sh-t my n-gga, that’s real
it ain’t like a n-gga giving up or nothing, it’s just that
sometimes you gotta take a break off that sh-t my n-gga
get that sh-t easy, na’mean?
everything in life got a shortcut, my n-gga
gotta be sharp sometimes, ya’mean?
n-gga still taking chances, though
penitentiary chances might f-ck round and get yourself scarred out here, my n-gga that’s just a chance i’ll take though, my n-gga
ya feel me?
i’on even see that sh-t cuh
get what i gotta get my n-gga, that’s real
taking the easy way out, my n-gga
i’m tired of doing this sh-t the hard way, my n-gga
got that hard, my n-gga
rob me a n-gga, whatever it take, my n-gga
f-ck that sh-t, if i die out here my n-gga
that’s how i lived, that’s how i die
f-ck it

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