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Yeah
Hard life
Excuses gon' make today easy
But tomorrow hard
Hard life
Discipline gon' make today hard
But tomorrow easy
Haan (Woo)
You know they tears never stop
Until you give 'em every drop of your blood
Why wait for the time when the time ain't waitin' for you?
Coke Boy, baby
Coke Boys, Montana
It's what we do
Hard life
Excuses gon' make today easy
But tomorrow hard
Hard life
Discipline gon' make today hard
But tomorrow easy
Haan (Woo)
You know they tears never stop
Until you give 'em every drop of your blood
Why wait for the time when the time ain't waitin' for you?
Coke Boy, baby
Coke Boys, Montana
It's what we do
Swear to God, it's like a movie script, ridin' with an uzi (Bah-bah-bah)
Killers tried to shoot me, missed, now they wanna sue me (Haan)
It's a hard life, Batman, robbin' through the dark nights
Hard white, whippin' up a Cullinan with star lights (Skrrt)
Now through the blizzard is the wizard with the stick
Hit the block up with the work, back like RZA with the flip
On the corner, flippin', stackin', had to stop by and drip
And now my change up from the back, shorty different with the grip (Ah)
Yeah, my money long, slidin' through Harlem like I was honeycomb
Killers tried to shoot me, missed, now they wanna sue me (Haan)
It's a hard life, Batman, robbin' through the dark nights
Hard white, whippin' up a Cullinan with star lights (Skrrt)
Now through the blizzard is the wizard with the stick
Hit the block up with the work, back like RZA with the flip
On the corner, flippin', stackin', had to stop by and drip
And now my change up from the back, shorty different with the grip (Ah)
Yeah, my money long, slidin' through Harlem like I was honeycomb
Baghdad, killers tried to turn me to a hashtag
Cold business, love a bad bitch, but got no feelings
Dope dealers, quick to tell her "Yeah, your Uber four minutes" (Woo)
They wrote me off, but I ain't write back
Countin' millions, burnin' ashes, yeah, my come-up should be taught in classes
(Montana)
Cold business, love a bad bitch, but got no feelings
Dope dealers, quick to tell her "Yeah, your Uber four minutes" (Woo)
They wrote me off, but I ain't write back
Countin' millions, burnin' ashes, yeah, my come-up should be taught in classes
(Montana)
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