Slimm Calhoun

Slimm Calhoun - It Ain't Easy lyrics

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Atlanta's hip-hop music industry is bringing 

in millions of dollars to the metro area, area. 



[Hook: x2]

It's like bounce, rock, skate 

Rock up, roll and get the papes 

Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state 

Hit the first one like the sweepstakes 

And we gon all eat cheese steaks 

Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what 



[Slimm] 

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 

Crush 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 a wake 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 



[Hook: x2] 

It's like bounce, rock, skate 

Rock up, roll and get the papes 

Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state 

Hit the first one like the sweepstakes 

And we gon all eat cheese steaks 

Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what 



[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 forte       

Lay in the cut, never take a shawt buck, believe that 

Where the weed at roll up, see yeen got cha 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 



[Hook: x2]

It's like bounce, rock, skate 

Rock up, roll and get the papes 

Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state 

Hit the first one like the sweepstakes 

And we gon all eat cheese steaks 

Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what 



[Slimm]

Boy I'm spit shine nickel clean dead serious bout this pickle green 

Make moves then we shake the scene 

Rule one 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 Monte Cristos 

Rapped around crypto but never too good to blow 

A fifty-dollar O of Jam Toe you know sucka boy play Rambo 

Get sliced off the hambone its Slimm and Slick 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 

God Damn! 



[Hook: x3]

It's like bounce, rock, skate 

Rock up, roll and get the papes 

Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state 

Hit the first one like the sweepstakes 

And we gon all eat cheese steaks 

Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what
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