It Ain't Easy

[Intro: Newscaster clip] "Atlanta's Hip-Hop music industry is bringing In millions of dollars to the metro area..." [Chorus: Slimm Calhoun & BackBone] It's like bounce, rock, skate Rock up, roll, and get the papes Slice the cakes, and spread love through this Peach State Hit the first one like the sweepstakes And we gon' all eat cheesesteaks Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what [Verse 1: Slimm Calhoun] Stakes high, my hands dirty I'm a big lick drilla, quick flip gorilla for scrilla Blue chipper, with more shine than the big dipper Spit dinero game, fuck the hero fame Went from wild to tame, just for change Still a lustful brain for thangs like cold chains Crushed grapes and grain, but the key is to maintain Some dare to be different, some dare to be dumber Bleeps and blunders, got you stuck in slumber I'll awake that ass like thunder Thudding on the late night, on point like a steak knife Keep the game tight, from the Dirty, fuck a fair fight 'Cause of static, my monetary status Situations get tragic when I got to have it Destructive, like Turkish earthquakes I'm selfish, got to have the pie and the whole cake Working non-stop, no breaks, for the house on the lake All for the love of the Peach State, yeah, nigga, GA, GA, GA [Chorus: Slimm Calhoun & BackBone] It's like bounce, rock, skate Rock up, roll, and get the papes Slice the cakes, and spread love through this Peach State Hit the first one like the sweepstakes And we gon' all eat cheesesteaks Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what [Verse 2: Backbone] Stay working in the late, that's right, stay right On a money-making mission to the break of daylight Swerve the ride, serve to survive Everyday, that be the forté Lay in the cut, never take a shawt buck, believe that Where the weed at? Roll up See yeen got ya money right – partna, gotta hold up Sho nuff, see business is business I gotta bend a corner in a minute Smash the gas, stash the cash Keep it to the flo' Gotta stay on they ass, can't give 'em no leeway Smoked out on the freeway Chevrolet wit' the brains blowed, Congal and Dro Yeen know, so hence fro the We gone ball, y'all, till the reign Fall and when they reign Fall, we gone ball, y'all A yes, yes y'all [Chorus: Slimm Calhoun & BackBone] It's like bounce, rock, skate Rock up, roll, and get the papes Slice the cakes, and spread love through this Peach State Hit the first one like the sweepstakes And we gon' all eat cheesesteaks Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what [Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun] Boy, I'm spit-shine nickel clean Dead serious 'bout this pickle green Make moves, then we shake the scene Rule 1 is to know your team To avoid infiltration of your cream 'Cause all sleepers get is a dream And that's on everything in between From the Remy X.O. to the Montecristos Wrapped around Krypto', but never too good to blow A fifty-dollar O of Jam Toe, you no sucka, boy Play Rambo, get sliced off the hambone It's Slimm and Slic Backbone, we get the track blown For a dollar, Calhoun Scholar In a Caprice or Impala, watch these hoes holler See, it take bread to make bread, we only count in grands I'm trying to stack like the Sultan of Sudan For a 500 Sedan and a spot in the sands – goddamn! [Chorus: Slimm Calhoun & BackBone] It's like bounce, rock, skate Rock up, roll, and get the papes Slice the cakes, and spread love through this Peach State Hit the first one like the sweepstakes And we gon' all eat cheesesteaks Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what