Hard Out Here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh
I'm young but I got it
Young nigga paid
So a young nigga popping
Roll another wood
Tell these hating niggas stop it
Seen what I seen
And it made a nigga cocky
Stay low key
Yeah, I got to stay humble (Oh yeah)
Say they taking money
But I only hear them mumble
Tweaking in the jungle
With my niggas, they'll rumble
Trippy off the lean
Forty catch him when he stumble (Oh)
Shout out to the gang
I'm fucking with my brothers
I only trust my brothers
Rest In Peace to Trey
Foe he hustled like no other (Gang)
And last year was crazy
Man I almost lost my mother
Show the streets no love
So the streets never love you
Keep one by your side
Boy you know you better tuck it
If a nigga run up
Then you know you better bust it
Most these niggas snakes
So you know you can't trust them
It's hard out here in these streets
I don't trust in no one
And I don't fuck with no one
I cock back my own gun
It's hard out here in these streets
I don't trust in no one
And I don't fuck with no one
I cock back my own gun
It's hard out here in these streets
I'm just trying to get it (Oh yeah)
Stack it how I'm living
(Now I'm living)
They mad cause
A young nigga winning
Praying for forgiveness
Lord knows
I been sinning (Lord knows)
Somebody tell these hating niggas
They can mind they're business (Stfu)
Almost lost my mother man
A nigga seen tragedy (Seen a tragedy)
Stack a lot of money
Now they
Mad at me (Now they mad at me)
Salty I ain't save her
That shit sad to me (No, no)
Twenty six Inches on the Chevy
Like some glass to me
Imma heavy
Tell them check my weight class
Whip foreign
Young nigga move fast (Move fast)
Smoking on some shit
Some young niggas call thrax (Woo)
Not a petty hustle
So I never move packs
Fucking with my niggas
Cause I know my niggas with it
Trying to spread the word
But these niggas never listen
Stack a lot of money
And stay higher than a pigeon
Make it to the top
That's a young nigga mission
Hard out here in these streets
I don't trust in no one
And I don't fuck with no one
I cock back my own gun
It's hard out here in these streets
I don't trust in no one
And I don't fuck with no one
I cock back my own gun
It's hard out here in these streets
It's hard out here in these streets
Hard out here in these streets
Yeah, yeah
Woah-woah
Oh-oh, oh-oh
I'm young but I got it
Young nigga paid
So a young nigga popping
Roll another wood
Tell these hating niggas stop it
Seen what I seen
And it made a nigga cocky
Stay low key
Yeah, I got to stay humble (Oh yeah)
Say they taking money
But I only hear them mumble
Tweaking in the jungle
With my niggas, they'll rumble
Trippy off the lean
Forty catch him when he stumble (Oh)
Shout out to the gang
I'm fucking with my brothers
I only trust my brothers
Rest In Peace to Trey
Foe he hustled like no other (Gang)
And last year was crazy
Man I almost lost my mother
Show the streets no love
So the streets never love you
Keep one by your side
Boy you know you better tuck it
If a nigga run up
Then you know you better bust it
Most these niggas snakes
So you know you can't trust them
It's hard out here in these streets
I don't trust in no one
And I don't fuck with no one
I cock back my own gun
It's hard out here in these streets
I don't trust in no one
And I don't fuck with no one
I cock back my own gun
It's hard out here in these streets
I'm just trying to get it (Oh yeah)
Stack it how I'm living
(Now I'm living)
They mad cause
A young nigga winning
Praying for forgiveness
Lord knows
I been sinning (Lord knows)
Somebody tell these hating niggas
They can mind they're business (Stfu)
Almost lost my mother man
A nigga seen tragedy (Seen a tragedy)
Stack a lot of money
Now they
Mad at me (Now they mad at me)
Salty I ain't save her
That shit sad to me (No, no)
Twenty six Inches on the Chevy
Like some glass to me
Imma heavy
Tell them check my weight class
Whip foreign
Young nigga move fast (Move fast)
Smoking on some shit
Some young niggas call thrax (Woo)
Not a petty hustle
So I never move packs
Fucking with my niggas
Cause I know my niggas with it
Trying to spread the word
But these niggas never listen
Stack a lot of money
And stay higher than a pigeon
Make it to the top
That's a young nigga mission
Hard out here in these streets
I don't trust in no one
And I don't fuck with no one
I cock back my own gun
It's hard out here in these streets
I don't trust in no one
And I don't fuck with no one
I cock back my own gun
It's hard out here in these streets
It's hard out here in these streets
Hard out here in these streets
Yeah, yeah
Woah-woah
Credits
Writer(s): Frederick Mccarthy
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