Hard Life

(Ant Chamberlin that's 100 points) Thinkin' bout them juggs know we ain't have a choice yea Yea yea yea look Thinkin' bout them juggs know we ain't have a choice I just be thinkin' bout the hood cuz' I know I'm they voice I'm stuffing rubber bands round these rolls I'm tryna cop a Royce Wasn't for these losses Lord knows I couldn't copped a Royce Ay I ain't gone' speak on my old problems I got new ones (huh) Thought niggas changed but I realized I never knew em' (huh) Took a step back got my shit right they thought I blew it (huh) Then I popped out motivate the thugs like how I do it (huh) Picked up that pen so I'm the man now back then was the man still I was sleepin' on Meezy floor that boy he my mans still I was pouring codeine for the pain I ain't want no Advil Walkin' round with 33 on him that boy there think he Grant Hill Probably think I get the money just to change but I ain't Say you ain't seen me in a while probably ain't been around no bank Look at what I been through I told myself I can't complain Every time I push it to start I drive it like I'm on a chase I came from nothin' you know They say 1K this your chance you can blow I told my dawgs if we stay focused know how far we can go It's 2020 so ima kick down the doe' 2019 I did nine bands for the last 10 months in a row Sometimes I just hop in the coupe & pray Through all these losses know I'll win one day I told myself that I'm goin' back to the old me But in my soul I ain't goin' back to the broke me We done had a hard life But mama always said that it would be alright Ima get that cash that's what I came foe' I been outchea runnin' up this bankroll Been through hell & back but ima soldier baby Ima get the bag I thought I told ya baby Runnin' through these streets done drove a nigga crazy Wit' all this pain we ain't know if we would make it But ima get that paper fasho' Yea I know we gone make it fasho' Ay I'm gon' run me up a M then I'm gon' make me some mo' We from the bottom only one way to go We was some young niggas hustlin' came up stuffin' weed in Girbauds Got my guard up from all them times that I been lied to I was taught if yo brudda ride you better slide too Stackin' up this paper from all that shit we had to grind through Tidis took his own life after that we survived through I been tryna understand I been tryna get these bands Know that's it's whatever wit' whoever just to feed the fam Now it's just so hard to give a f*ck Cuz' they ain't give a damn Now I'm finally up so on my soul they'll never see me down Two cell phones feel like I got no one to call on I know Symone gon' be there when it's all gone Showed your hand now u the one I gotta ball on Love my lifestyle even tho' we lived it all wrong We done had a hard life But mama always said that it would be alright Ima get that cash that's what I came foe' I been outchea runnin' up this bankroll Been through hell & back but ima soldier baby Ima get the bag I thought I told ya baby Runnin' through these streets done drove a nigga crazy Wit' all this pain we ain't know if we would make it But ima get that paper fasho' Yeah Ima get that paper fasho' Ima get that paper fasho' Ima get that paper fasho' Ima get that paper fasho'