LOS - Hard Life lyrics
rate meMy nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some load, new connect and a glock
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some load, new connect and a glock
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
Man all we know is hit it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
Play the shit, just play your shit
Haters pissed, say the shit
Ain’t true but it is nigga, all shit what it is nigga
You don’t wanna be an ... a fossil, I’m fossil fuel
My 2 shoes done seen hostile views
My 2 eyes don’t watch the news
Watch is new, times have changed
I arrived, times of pain, dollars signs
How I grind is such a shine, like everyday
Every way that I could, I done tried, I done cried
Through the pain, fuck the world
Do your thang!
[Hook]
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some load, new connect and a glock
Found a bitch that was with it, he pop them bands out the spot
That’s the city we from, we go hard off the top
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We live a hard life, we live a hard life
Man all we know is hit it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
Put my gorilla niggas on you, play me you the realest
With it, you don’t even feel a nigga quota
Before they put it on the corner,
My niggas might test it out, stretch it out,
Hit it with the soda, oh!
get it 4 skold, 20 down a little
We gonn get a pocket ...running round a little
My nigga had a stash full of cash, crack in the bag
In the crack of his ass
When the crack is at past, we coming to a lap full of honeys
I was like fuck it’s clean, man do your fucking thing
He said fuck with me, when you fuckin with his money
Bitch you fuck for free,
But ain’t nothing free, not even my niggas
Sometimes I wonder how ...my niggas
Cause even my niggas come back with these rumors
Like losers assuming I’m leaving my niggas
Instead of applauds, of somebody wishing me better regards
For me overcoming the better of odds
And beating them up on the letterman cards
I outclass you, I bring young cashes out
And I’m cashing out, los to pull a nigga classes out
[Hook]
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some load, new connect and a glock
Found a bitch that was with it, he pop them bands out the spot
That’s the city we from, we go hard off the top
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We live a hard life, we live a hard life
Man all we know is hit it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it.
