The Easy Way

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Man Shit fucked up out here, bruh Soon as a nigga try to clean up, they tryna put a nigga back on the concrete They lay a nigga off Already out on bail Owe 20K on my bond Child support gone to my DL's Shit fucked up, man Shit ain't adding up, bruh Nigga ain't got no other choice, man Nigga ain't got no motherfucking choice [Chorus: DJ Paul] I was down on my luck, I was fucked up I just needed something just to make it through the day Nobody gave me nothing, nobody gave a fuck So I had to get that Glock and do that shit the easy way I was down on my luck, I was fucked up I just needed something just to make it through the day Nobody gave me nothing, nobody gave a fuck So I had to get that Glock and do that shit the easy way [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I come from a city where niggas don't play about that pay He ain't happy that nigga ain't eating, best be staying up out they way But I was turned into a good guy, I turned the other cheek I put my family first, ain't wishin' to be in a hearse "I'm out these streets!" - at least that's what I thought Until I went to work, they told me I was layed off Just got a crib for my children, how I'm gon' pay it off? Finally got this job anyway, cause my past is bad Now they 'bout to turn me back into a fuckin' badass Back to poppin that shit (you can tell), lay 'em down, put 'em in the trunk Send a plot to they niggas "Mississippi River" drop 'em, watch 'em, sunk Fire up the blunt, laugh it off, we're cracking them bottles, blastin all Looking in the bank account money still growing, no matter the cost, I'm breakin' da law But I ain't tryna get back into all of that Already got all of my guys in retirement But they tryna turn me back into that old Paul Still got all my hitters on speed dial - it's a roll call! [Chorus: DJ Paul] I was down on my luck, I was fucked up I just needed something just to make it through the day Nobody gave me nothing, nobody gave a fuck So I had to get that Glock and do that shit the easy way I was down on my luck, I was fucked up I just needed something just to make it through the day Nobody gave me nothing, nobody gave a fuck So I had to get that Glock and do that shit the easy way [Verse 2: Yelawolf] I guess you could say I was strivin' for something like that would never do me I would throw myself in front of that bus, a truck, a moving train But if you ain't never had to come up with a real way without a way to get a couple dollars legally Then we just ain't the same, and what I say don't pertain financially Now back in the day when I was a teenager, life was a little more simple, but not by much Same place that I lay down my head, I fight my trust And on that ouija board, you see the devil come and talk to me Maybe that's why now these talks of robbery don't bother me Stick a store, liquor store Cock it back, hit the floor Gimme that bag, need that bag Not to buy my bitch Couture Yours is mine, all of it Nothing less, something more Mask on, broad day, welcome to my mental war Stick, stick, move quick One dip, move bitch Old school, shit and crank Next store, hit the bank No plans, fuck a plan Paper flying out the vent Blood dripping, tie 'em up, look momma no hands [Chorus: DJ Paul] I was down on my luck, I was fucked up I just needed something just to make it through the day Nobody gave me nothing, nobody gave a fuck So I had to get that Glock and do that shit the easy way I was down on my luck, I was fucked up I just needed something just to make it through the day Nobody gave me nothing, nobody gave a fuck So I had to get that Glock and do that shit the easy way [Beat Switch] [Chorus: DJ Paul] I was down on my luck, I was fucked up I just needed something just to make it through the day Nobody gave me nothing, nobody gave a fuck So I had to get that Glock and do that shit the easy way [Verse 3: Locodunit & Lil Infamous / Seed of 6ix] Now I'm pretty honest, but this is the ugly truth I feel like I'm under voodoo We are not getting any younger, and I have no fountain of youth (youth) I don't need wisdom, dude, I need to pull a caper like a wisdom tooth Rob you in front of yo children, then stop for a second and tell them to stay in school, M Nigga don't slip fore you get tore up by pistol grip First we send that lil hoe in his crib to scope how he live Then kick the front door to the floor bitch don't move, just show me your grip Niggas hit the floor for keys, bitches get up on your knees Don't be a one-eight-seven in this two-eleven, just gimme the g's Money funny like Hughley, tip on the belt like gratuity Where yo community, huh? It just like it's 2 of me, body double like a movie scene, but we ain't fakin' this What was this? Robbery shit, I be touring Bitch I'm a general, I feel like Shaq with insurance F-Funky Hill, y'all with the union Gimme my ransom bitch I ain't nothin' to groom with Whatever, wherever, whenever, whoever I put that mask on like I'm Hannibal Lecter Niggas gon' drop it off when they under pressure Cause these niggas know I don't play like Alexa Masked men ran in as we move the dead men They say give it up or you're a bunch of dead men We get the loot, stash the money in the trash bag And then we dump the throw-aways in the trash can