Hard Life
(L Beats)
My nigga said somebody snitched, put a face on it
We killed the witness now we call this blick the case burner
I'm rich as fuck homie, my money good
No matter what, I can't stay out the hood
I love to know how all my people doing
How would they feel if I go Hollywood
I love my nigga so much, I let him cut me
He used to love me until he got some money
He went commercial, I stayed on the ugly
He met a bad bitch, she took him from me
My soul done muddy and I'm from the mud
Since elementary, I was in the club
Me and friend grew up buckin' cars
Yea, we was kids but we was thuggin' hard
Me and lil' Wiz, I don't know where to start
The shit you did, it really broke my heart
Raw jacket can't would never bend
Project pooh pop out and brutal kid
Like every year, I'm always doing big
I'm tryna chill, but they won't let me live
This for the project it's been rude to me
I'm so smart to be my age, but I got foolish ways
I tote 380's and I tote 38s
I hope the J's don't find my dirty K
Got on a chase, I had to swerve away
Glad they ain't catch me with my dirty K
Yea, I'm not a waiter, but I'm serving ye
I'm thinking about my next murder play
I lost my conscious to the streets, I can't even think
I'm always in and out of beef, I can't catch a break
As soon as I deal with one of you fuck niggas another come
Ain't got no money baby, just hard dick and bubblegum
I got a daughter on the way, but I want me another son
I'm trying to have a hundred mill' before the summer come
I pop a lot of pain pills because I got me some
These days I'm never standing still, you think I'm on the run
The race is riding around me, I think they're onto something
We beef alot, but dawg you're still my mama's oldest son
You ain't stand up for me, I needed you but I gotta forgive ya
Fuck how I'm feeling your my sibling I gotta forgive you
When them niggas spoke up on your name
I took it personal, I got out there to do my thing
And I been wondering like when is you going to do the same?
It's been thundering, my window pane getting hit with rain
Feel like the alphabet boy be tryna squeeze a Z
I'm dropping hits and I do PPP's illegally
Surprise I made it in this rap streets had me in too deep
I keep the strap I be ready to smack shit and DVD
She called all different numbers, I put my phone on DND
Got a couple rubbers licking bitches in the BNB
I be dressing dirty, I don't really care about fashion and stuff
Still be carrying myself like I don't be having this stuff
My nigga said somebody snitched, put a face on it
We killed the witness now we call this blick the case burner
I'm rich as fuck homie, my money good
No matter what, I can't stay out the hood
I love to know how all my people doing
How would they feel if I go Hollywood
I love my nigga so much, I let him cut me
He used to love me until he got some money
He went commercial, I stayed on the ugly
He met a bad bitch, she took him from me
My soul done muddy and I'm from the mud
Since elementary, I was in the club
Me and friend grew up buckin' cars
Yea, we was kids but we was thuggin' hard
Me and lil' Wiz, I don't know where to start
The shit you did, it really broke my heart
Raw jacket can't would never bend
Project pooh pop out and brutal kid
Like every year, I'm always doing big
I'm tryna chill, but they won't let me live
This for the project it's been rude to me
I'm so smart to be my age, but I got foolish ways
I tote 380's and I tote 38s
I hope the J's don't find my dirty K
Got on a chase, I had to swerve away
Glad they ain't catch me with my dirty K
Yea, I'm not a waiter, but I'm serving ye
I'm thinking about my next murder play
I lost my conscious to the streets, I can't even think
I'm always in and out of beef, I can't catch a break
As soon as I deal with one of you fuck niggas another come
Ain't got no money baby, just hard dick and bubblegum
I got a daughter on the way, but I want me another son
I'm trying to have a hundred mill' before the summer come
I pop a lot of pain pills because I got me some
These days I'm never standing still, you think I'm on the run
The race is riding around me, I think they're onto something
We beef alot, but dawg you're still my mama's oldest son
You ain't stand up for me, I needed you but I gotta forgive ya
Fuck how I'm feeling your my sibling I gotta forgive you
When them niggas spoke up on your name
I took it personal, I got out there to do my thing
And I been wondering like when is you going to do the same?
It's been thundering, my window pane getting hit with rain
Feel like the alphabet boy be tryna squeeze a Z
I'm dropping hits and I do PPP's illegally
Surprise I made it in this rap streets had me in too deep
I keep the strap I be ready to smack shit and DVD
She called all different numbers, I put my phone on DND
Got a couple rubbers licking bitches in the BNB
I be dressing dirty, I don't really care about fashion and stuff
Still be carrying myself like I don't be having this stuff
Credits
Writer(s): Lester Williams, Bill Kapri
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