The Easy Way

[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