Hard Life

[Intro]

(L Beats)

[Verse]

My nigga seen somebody snitchin', put a face on him

We killed the witness, now we call this blick the case burner

I'm rich as fuck, I'm in my money good

No matter what, I can't stay out the hood

I love to know how all of my people doin'

How would they feel if I go Hollywood?

I love my niggas so much, I let 'em cut me

He used to love me 'til he got some money

He went commercial, I stayed on the ugly

He met a bad bitch, she took her from me

Might've sold him muddy and I'm from the mud

Since еlementary, I was in the club

Mе and my friends grew up buckin' cars

Yeah, 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 cat won't never bend

Project pooh pop out a brutal kid

Like every year, I'm always doin' big

I'm tryna chill but they won't let me live

This for the projects, Miss Ruth to me

I'm so smart to be my age but I got foolish ways

I tote .380s and I tote .38s

I hope the jakes 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, yeah

I'm out the way, but I'm servin' Yay

I'm thinkin' 'bout my next murder play

I love my country 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 one of you fuck niggas, another come

Ain't got no money, baby, just hard dick and bubblegum

Got a daughter on the way but I want me another son

I'm tryna have a hundred mill' before the summer come

I'm poppin' a lot of pain pills because I got me some

These days, I'm never sayin' still, you'd think I'm on the run

The race was ridin' 'round, I think they on to somethin'

We beef a lot, but, dawg, you still my mama oldest son

You stand up for me, I needed you but I gotta forgive you

Fuck how I'm feelin', you my siblin', I gotta forgive you

Man, them niggas spoke up on your name

I took it personal, I got out there to do my thing

And I be wonderin', like, when is you gon' do the same?

It's been thunder in my window pane, gettin' hit with rain

Feel like the alphabet, boy, you tryna squeeze a Z

I'm droppin' hits and I do PPPs and easily

Surprised I made it in this rap streets, had me in too deep

I keep a scrap, I be ready to smack shit, a DVD

She callin' out different numbers, I put my phone on DnD

Got a couple rubbers, leakin' bitches in the BnB

I be dressin' dirty, I don't really care 'bout fashion and stuff

Still be carryin' myself like I ain't havin' this stuff