Hard

Bruh I know this shit hard Seeing niggas flexing with the cars and broads And all u got to yo name is a heart And you wish you was a star Bruh I went through that depression This was way before Weston Sleeping on the floor a nigga itching like a peasant Pray to god for better days a nigga tired of the damage Niggas used to shit on me like a fucking pamper I remember nigga you aint my Dawg you aint a memba Shit left my heart cold as December Confident Im walking bold with my niggas Punch a nigga rock a fella like Jigga She said she like my charisma I might f*ck her and then forget her Damn I really wish shit was different But f*ck it lets handle business Yea Im tryna be yo main yea I know But you don't wanna be saved yea I know We could take this shit to the grave yea I know But you wanna play with a nigga brain yea I know Mr drive the Range yea I know Mr copped a Mulsanne yea I know Big banking like Im Wells Fargo Pack came in cargo Shipment from Toronto Left some bitches heart broke Feel bad I let the best one go Damn I really loved that lil hoe But we still gotta handle business tho New chain winter snow Fucking with the windows closed I just brought a new robe to feel relaxed when Im home Still blowing hella strong Ya bitch still blow my phone