Life's Hard

[Chorus:] Only thing I know is get them packs in Don’t ever let them nigga think you need him Fuck a friend, be about your business Stay ten toe down and get it And work [x8] [Verse 1:] When you call a nigga phone and never answer for you That mean that nigga never gave a fuck about you You in the streets, don’t keep your Id in your wallet I got like six names, I can be anybody Early in the morning got the store rock Everything I do I see somebody watching Lost everything I had The Future said he got me I turn them free bags into millions of dollars Make some jewelry up,now I’m gooder than you Feel like my slick partner blow them cash pot Hit up Doffe on working in the dump So anything you want I got it in the trunk [Chorus] [Verse 2:] They say crime don’t pay Well the grind don’t pay Get the line Don’t flying, and the sun don’t shining Still I take time, in the coming due time I ain’t got no time I’m raw for mine Don’t ask how, all my cash come Can’t wait then cause I need it now Tell them say My pistol hanging I make the shoe rain like I’m Jessy Jones I got great hang Ye I’m packing rich I’m a pimp nigga I can make a bitch And I can’t turn one a them wild bitch But u can turn her from being to a whole brick Man 2Pack, that old shit Fill a nigga ass with holes quick Loose a nigga head for a trophy Then dump a nigga body in the ocean Frig up bitch with my trigger finger Same finger that I want to blank with How the fuck you a hit man And I payed you and you ain’t hit a shit Not bird game but it’s rich squad But I’ll make a nigga hoe say dip quick Got a new map with a cooler on it Hold your force gotta show em something [Chorus] [verse 3:] You in the streets and you ain’t got it nigga you better take it Every nigga round me is impatient Down in Miami I know a couple a Haitians Man, GOD and projects, the brick stupid, crazy Before the day over, twenty to a head Remix like I cater I serve you like a waiter You on the block with no pack, nigga I see you later Got dope all flavours Catch me working daily All I want is paper Damn G we made it We gotta go to work You can’t be looking crazy You go trap a goal If you know how to play it I had to switch My whole three niggas snitching crazy [Chorus]