Hard 2 Complain

New year new money but I'm still me
Tuh these niggas gone have to kill me

Ima help the hood out Ima eat too
Gone put some money in ya pocket Ima beat too

It's hard to change bitch I am who I am
Ain't sell dope but made a million off a gram

No cap bitch I did it with the fam
We all close but we don't fuck with uncle sam

New sound new wave new heights
Middle finger to the red and blue lights
That's that shit I don't like
Feeling trash a make you throw away yo life

I had a plan I took a risk I rolled the dice
I ate the pie I ate the fruit I ate the rice

Ain't learn yo lesson if you been through it twice
Consistency was always my greatest vice

I done shot a million shots nigga stop it
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a rocket

Rent money making a dent money
Fairgrounds, 40ft tent money
Came from nickles, dimes, lint money
Can't even count how many times I sent money
I'm in Seattle making Shawn Kemp money

Hard to complain when the rent paid
Hard to complain when yo money up
Hard to complain when yo bitch bad
Aye I still find a way

Ah Hard to complain when the rent paid fact
Hard to complain when yo money up huh
Hard to complain when yo bitch bad ha ha
I still find a way



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Anderson, Larussell Thomas
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