Hard Route

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Reid, run it back

3 bullets to the head, I can't believe that I survied
a hunred opps on me that's tryna take my life
Can't let them and that is why I stay inside
Working in the stu' and grinding for me and my guys
Pussy haters hating, can't believe they tryna play wit mine
Run it up in the club, I keep a positive vibe
I ain't got it out the mud yet, but I'm still praying to god
That me and my crew gon' have a good long life

Good life, long life, we living good now
Can't believe my brother ain't here to feel the sunlight
I be praying, talking to my bruddah hopin' he will answer
Someday, I hope that I can meet my bro again
Rainy days, yeah we've had a lot of them
But, I can feel the sun coming, and the sun is gonna stay
Hard route, really there's no other way
'Cause I can't catch a case and for my moma I can't go to jail
Thinking 'bout my family, I know I got to make it out
Get myself a crib 'cause I'm still living in my moma house
Fuck the diamonds and the fame, I only care about the money now
Grinding every day and making sure I cook up better sounds
Every day a struggle, but I'm making sure we make it through
Old girl left, that's her loss 'cause I'm gon make it huge
Keep my circle small, 'cause I can't trust somebody with lose screws
Don't test me if you don't wanna end up on the news

3 bullets to the head, I can't believe that I survied
a hunred opps on me that's tryna take my life
Can't let them and that is why I stay inside
Working in the stu' and grinding for me and my guys
Pussy haters hating, can't believe they tryna play wit mine
Run it up in the club, I keep a positive vibe
I ain't got it out the mud yet, but I'm still praying to god
That me and my crew gon' have a good long life

Really I'm a young kid, talking off some drugs
I don't wanna take another pill or be a plug
I don't wanna sip another drink, I wanna love
But it's hard 'cause these bitches only wanna fuck
You see me drunk, Was so wasted probably gave my ex a hug
Man, my ex be so annoying, she a bug
I really can't take another pill, 'cause if i do, my grave's gone get dug
Really off off drugs again
Don't believe in love again
I can't trust another bitch who's texting on her phone again
Really off off drugs again
Don't believe in love again
I can't trust another bitch who's texting on her phone again

3 bullets to the head, I can't believe that I survied
a hunred opps on me that's tryna take my life
Can't let them and that is why I stay inside
Working in the stu' and grinding for me and my guys
Pussy haters hating, can't believe they tryna play wit mine
Run it up in the club, I keep a positive vibe
I ain't got it out the mud yet, but I'm still praying to god
That me and my crew gon' have a good long life



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Writer(s): Sebbany Turner
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