It’s So Hard
its so hard, we puff on cigars cause its so hard its so hard:
This is for my niggas who aint coming home doing an L behind the wall thinking where they went wrong, regretting everything they did while staring at that wall missing the fuck up out they kids and that punk ass broad, if they could in a split second they would take that back but they can’t cause they pulled the trigger nigga on that strap when the judge sentence you there was no get back, court room shell shocked looking at a lwop, your co-defendant was a snitch you thought he was with the shit but the first to tell the coppers you was the one with the chopper now he looking for a deal and you aint got no options.
its so hard:
i’m a hustla, i’m a hustla i’m just tryna feed my daughter, if i grind till she eighteen can i send her ass to college, i aint never had a job so all i know is the barbershop so whenever that gets slow man i get it out the parking lot, i aint got to many options i aint never been to college unless cutting in the dorms or being they supplier i got that welches grape i’m just looking for a buyer that shits in my blood line my grandma neighborhood is the wire, you can check my track record nigga me no liar, never received a pay check but i’m a real-estate buyer, properties in escrow pants still hang low out the window in the suburbs and i’m blowing hella drow, chain hanging off my neck cause that’s part of the wardrobe man i do this for my self it aint just for the hoes.
This one for all my homies, who aint coming home, We aint forget about you, no
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