Easy Way Out by Triple J (Rapper) 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 lick, 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 bitchin', 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, shit
[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 shit
Then I sold coke, 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 shit 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 nigga 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 shit happen to rappin'
Listen, it's still here, I'm just....
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Shawn Clements]
I got a fucked up past
And I ain't got no future
How long will I last?
Livin' where these killers 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 bitch and I'm gone get em
That bitch you fuckin' with done told me where you hid em
[Verse 3: Triple J]
What else I'ma do?
A convicted nigga, 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 nigga Cephus and Elk
But see I been dealt, with this fucked 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 nigga just get tired of trying sometimes, my nigga
It's like this shit don't even be worth it, my nigga
Nigga done paid so many dues, my nigga, that shit ain't come back yet, boy
Shit ain't pay off yet man, my nigga, what man?
Sick of this shit my nigga, that's real
It ain't like a nigga giving up or nothing, it's just that
Sometimes you gotta take a break off that shit my nigga
Get that shit easy, na'mean?
Everything in life got a shortcut, my nigga
Gotta be sharp sometimes, ya'mean?
Nigga still taking chances, though
Penitentiary chances might fuck round and get yourself scarred out here, my nigga that's just a chance I'll take though, my nigga
Ya feel me?
I'on even see that shit cuh
Get what I gotta get my nigga, that's real
Taking the easy way out, my nigga
I'm tired of doing this shit the hard way, my nigga
Got that hard, my nigga
Rob me a nigga, whatever it take, my nigga
Fuck that shit, if I die out here my nigga
That's how I lived, that's how I die
Fuck it
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 lick, 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 bitchin', 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, shit
[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 shit
Then I sold coke, 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 shit 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 nigga 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 shit happen to rappin'
Listen, it's still here, I'm just....
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Shawn Clements]
I got a fucked up past
And I ain't got no future
How long will I last?
Livin' where these killers 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 bitch and I'm gone get em
That bitch you fuckin' with done told me where you hid em
[Verse 3: Triple J]
What else I'ma do?
A convicted nigga, 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 nigga Cephus and Elk
But see I been dealt, with this fucked 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 nigga just get tired of trying sometimes, my nigga
It's like this shit don't even be worth it, my nigga
Nigga done paid so many dues, my nigga, that shit ain't come back yet, boy
Shit ain't pay off yet man, my nigga, what man?
Sick of this shit my nigga, that's real
It ain't like a nigga giving up or nothing, it's just that
Sometimes you gotta take a break off that shit my nigga
Get that shit easy, na'mean?
Everything in life got a shortcut, my nigga
Gotta be sharp sometimes, ya'mean?
Nigga still taking chances, though
Penitentiary chances might fuck round and get yourself scarred out here, my nigga that's just a chance I'll take though, my nigga
Ya feel me?
I'on even see that shit cuh
Get what I gotta get my nigga, that's real
Taking the easy way out, my nigga
I'm tired of doing this shit the hard way, my nigga
Got that hard, my nigga
Rob me a nigga, whatever it take, my nigga
Fuck that shit, if I die out here my nigga
That's how I lived, that's how I die
Fuck it