It Ain't Hard 2 Tell

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] It ain't hard to tell that I live in hell Sin City watch city gotta get your mail How I sleep when I die that's real There's only two ways out: living under the dirt or life in the cell I'm still on the block tryna make me a sell That's how it is homie, when you up in your shit Get locked up, your friends might hook on your bitch Its fuck a ho, that's why I'm on my chips To live and die broke, it's some embarrassing shit That's why I'm hooking a block, fuck hooking a chick When the wars on, I'm bustin' em clips Shit I'm just trying to stack paper Blowing big weed, I'm high like a skyscraper L.A nigga in a New York state of mind When I rhyme verses like Cool J back in '85, I'm hot lava Gold d's on my low rider 4'5 so original like a no timer 2 pistols, one llama In the back of the trunk like who want drama? nobody Sitting back I got this, a project profit I could predict when my goons ready to pop shit When the [?] are low We're on the [?] blow Summer time, in Cali homie all we do is snow Counting dollars, til our hands getting [?] Won't stop hustling til the judge bang the gaval Prayin' for the better days Sit in the club celebrate Pop bottles, with top models back on the interstate Traffic [?] homie we trying to get it Then we back in the kitchen whipping like a chemist Got me acting a fool in dinner time Life is like a racing track trying to get to the finish line [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Slaughter pigs like farmer John My style got its own [?] You feel my presence? live life like everyday class is session Learn something after 187 we burn some For real kid, our uncle doing a 13 year big I pray to god he don't come out how you went in Gets ill, these streets got me packing a 9 mill My mind stay black, either kill or be killed It's real in the battlefield son Last week shawty do [?] ready to kill some I say shawty chill, you ain't ready for that type of drama Plus karma for real He shook his head, her resigned to He said he was [?] some dudes on the block tried to rob em Try? what you mean? He said they tried until I reached in to the pocket of my jeans I killed 2, but one got away which is bad news, because the hood didn't even cover my whole face And I know he be back, but before he do that I [?] first on the porch where he live at Damn shawty I can't knock you, its survival of the fittest With that said do what you got to I shook his hand, then I walked away, then reality took a toe on me Should of never gave him that .38 Looking at the ceiling in my bedroom Then the phone rang, hey K Dot turn on the news They didn't even say his name But I knew it was [?] when it said another 7 grader was slayed It ain't hard to tell