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It’s a Hard Knock Life, then you pass away What make him better than any other I stare at my brown complexion Perplexed with the thoughts of racists I struggle with many faces Seen you through eyes of vultures Funerals closed casket They saying thats common practice In this case we missing baskets Shots are the only constant Blocks on ya Open jumpers Fuck you Yo Moral compass Ain't steer you down no path better Remind me to kill yo conscious When sparking a Conversation The questions will go Unanswered Smoke Soulful brother born From broken mother Robbed of her soul by her soulless husbands Who taught her love just to take it from her Paint a picture better than that Jesus supper Depict this apocalypse and it put it on a knit sweater Sell it for cheddar And tell em the cause was better than anything that they ever did And when you done with that Pass me some more sedative If you my nigga fuck it You a relative if you were present When time was irrelevant At that point we passed joints And talked about our future bright Only interrupt to ask a nigga what's the move tonight I'm tryna get some coochie bitch From a bougie bitch That ah do me right Like spike or mookie did But this is not on of them movie clip This a non stop fight This a hard knock life You only live once but You could get knocked out twice more times dan Momma said be polite Duck ya head when you see police Them blue lights sure do shine bright And them cuffs so tight It must be something in ya jeans When they treat you like some shit they never seen Before you make yo premiere to the tv screen Nigga I'm Malcolm X With a tech aiming at Kings For i poke out my chest for I flex it at a gangsta or fiend or.... Fuck the streets Only road I see is deceased Only thing I need is money All my niggas are wit me Cuz If you family you eat x4 Like I Need that Fuck yo feedback Catch me laced up where the weeds 40 oz singing With a 3 stack Out