Hard Life

[Chorus: Unknown T]

Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain't a joke

Thank God that I made it clear

I don't know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope

I grind this hard, so my yutes can cope, cope, cope

Listen, mm-mm

Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain't a joke

Thank God that I made it clear

I don't know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope

I grind this hard, so my yutes can cope

One day see me and my wife in a matchin' robe

Need an AP out in the cold

Sick and tired, I rise, I can see all of the guys, got achin' bones

[Verse 1: Unknown T]

Yo, rips in our jeans and cracks in our phones

Broken dreams, ain't no broken homes

We ain't had nothin', we still found dough

Uptown suite, but my East town slow

'Member late night shows, used to walk down Homerton Road (Listen)

Time flies, still in the same ends with the bros

Occasions come, occasions go

Our Father, thank you, still been untouched, though

Thank You, whole leap of opps, them hateful

Father, I'm tired of flingin' out eight balls

If I marry the game, I'll be grateful

Time flies, but this life ain't sweet outside

I'm a gang member and a label (Damn)

Police try fuck up my breakthrough, it was painful

[Chorus: Unknown T]

Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain't a joke

Thank God that I made it clear

I don't know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope

I grind this hard, so my yutes can cope, cope, cope

Listen, mm-mm

Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain't a joke

Thank God that I made it clear

I don't know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope

I grind this hard, so my yutes can cope

One day see me and my wife in a matchin' robe

Need an AP out in the cold

Sick and tired, I rise, I can see all of the guys, got achin' bones

[Post-Chorus: Scribz Riley]

We do whatever we do

Gotta stay on my grind, money on my mind

There's no time to waste time

We do whatever we do (Whatever we do)

Gotta stay on my grind, money on my mind

There's no time to waste time

[Verse 2: Scribz Riley]

No time to waste, this year, real life

God knows, my heart, fire enlight'

Came from the East side, rollin', push bikes

Came up, since then, now we alright

[Chorus: Unknown T]

Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain't a joke

Thank God that I made it clear

I don't know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope

I grind this hard, so my yutes can cope, cope, cope

Listen, mm-mm

Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain't a joke

Thank God that I made it clear

I don't know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope

I grind this hard, so my yutes can cope

One day see me and my wife in a matchin' robe

Need an AP out in the cold

Sick and tired, I rise, I can see all of the guys, got achin' bones

[Post-Chorus: Scribz Riley]

We do whatever we do (Whatever we do)

Gotta stay on my grind, money on my mind

There's no time to waste time

We do whatever we do (Whatever we do)

Gotta stay on my grind, money on my mind

There's no time to waste time