Hard
It can be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got the Lord here to order my steps
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
I don't hold my tongue and I won't hold my breath
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got a feeling I don't know whats next
And it won't be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
Cause I'm gonna push 'til its no days left
If you surround yourself with hustlers, you'll get your hustle up as well
Talking the ones that help you win, not the one's that say you failed
Keep them hoes out your business, they most def kiss and tell
Get you one that's out here working, not the ones in fake Chanel
Uh we flipping bales, no cap, the sky's the limit
We don't complain, we make meringue pies with lemons
Handle weight like is Venice, stay up late 'til we finish
Tryin to keep Olive Oyl from Brutu, you better have that spinach
I'm trying to get it, break a pound down to a gram
My dawg talkin Silverado's, I like the grill on the Ram
Blue Motorycles in clubs, I pray that's never us
I'd rather put my faith in Gulley when the narcs come to bust
It can be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got the Lord here to order my steps
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
I don't hold my tongue and I won't hold my breath
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got a feeling I don't know whats next
And it won't be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
Cause I'm gonna push 'til its no days left
I wrote this shit for Ro, well really for his kids
And I pray one day they know, that through ya'll your daddy lives
You got children, let them be your motivation
Because its damn near impossible, to raise them through visitation
Get his first job, now you tryin to explain JPay
Young single mothers with two jobs, she turns into BeBe
You OG Bobby Johnson, how your son working for Ray Ray
Shit, you know these street's'll turn your lil man into Tay-K
He influenced by them traps, and shooters in them raps
Get his hands on a strap, now he post it on his snap
Want him some designer, so he slinging marijuana
He ain't never had shit, but he bought a crib for his momma
It can be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got the Lord here to order my steps
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
I don't hold my tongue and I won't hold my breath
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got a feeling I don't know whats next
And it won't be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
Cause I'm gonna push 'til its no days left
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got the Lord here to order my steps
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
I don't hold my tongue and I won't hold my breath
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got a feeling I don't know whats next
And it won't be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
Cause I'm gonna push 'til its no days left
If you surround yourself with hustlers, you'll get your hustle up as well
Talking the ones that help you win, not the one's that say you failed
Keep them hoes out your business, they most def kiss and tell
Get you one that's out here working, not the ones in fake Chanel
Uh we flipping bales, no cap, the sky's the limit
We don't complain, we make meringue pies with lemons
Handle weight like is Venice, stay up late 'til we finish
Tryin to keep Olive Oyl from Brutu, you better have that spinach
I'm trying to get it, break a pound down to a gram
My dawg talkin Silverado's, I like the grill on the Ram
Blue Motorycles in clubs, I pray that's never us
I'd rather put my faith in Gulley when the narcs come to bust
It can be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got the Lord here to order my steps
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
I don't hold my tongue and I won't hold my breath
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got a feeling I don't know whats next
And it won't be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
Cause I'm gonna push 'til its no days left
I wrote this shit for Ro, well really for his kids
And I pray one day they know, that through ya'll your daddy lives
You got children, let them be your motivation
Because its damn near impossible, to raise them through visitation
Get his first job, now you tryin to explain JPay
Young single mothers with two jobs, she turns into BeBe
You OG Bobby Johnson, how your son working for Ray Ray
Shit, you know these street's'll turn your lil man into Tay-K
He influenced by them traps, and shooters in them raps
Get his hands on a strap, now he post it on his snap
Want him some designer, so he slinging marijuana
He ain't never had shit, but he bought a crib for his momma
It can be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got the Lord here to order my steps
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
I don't hold my tongue and I won't hold my breath
And it can get hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
But I got a feeling I don't know whats next
And it won't be hard
(Hard hard hard yeah)
Cause I'm gonna push 'til its no days left
Credits
Writer(s): Gerell Brown
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