(Ant Chamberlin that's 100 points)
Thinkin' bout them juggs know we ain't have a choice yea
Yea yea yea look
Thinkin' bout them juggs know we ain't have a choice
I just be thinkin' bout the hood cuz' I know I'm they voice
I'm stuffing rubber bands round these rolls I'm tryna cop a Royce
Wasn't for these losses Lord knows I couldn't copped a Royce
Ay I ain't gone' speak on my old problems I got new ones (huh)
Thought niggas changed but I realized I never knew em' (huh)
Took a step back got my shit right they thought I blew it (huh)
Then I popped out motivate the thugs like how I do it (huh)
Picked up that pen so I'm the man now back then was the man still
I was sleepin' on Meezy floor that boy he my mans still
I was pouring codeine for the pain I ain't want no Advil
Walkin' round with 33 on him that boy there think he Grant Hill
Probably think I get the money just to change but I ain't
Say you ain't seen me in a while probably ain't been around no bank
Look at what I been through I told myself I can't complain
Every time I push it to start I drive it like I'm on a chase
I came from nothin' you know
They say 1K this your chance you can blow
I told my dawgs if we stay focused know how far we can go
It's 2020 so ima kick down the doe'
2019 I did nine bands for the last 10 months in a row
Sometimes I just hop in the coupe & pray
Through all these losses know I'll win one day
I told myself that I'm goin' back to the old me
But in my soul I ain't goin' back to the broke me
We done had a hard life
But mama always said that it would be alright
Ima get that cash that's what I came foe'
I been outchea runnin' up this bankroll
Been through hell & back but ima soldier baby
Ima get the bag I thought I told ya baby
Runnin' through these streets done drove a nigga crazy
Wit' all this pain we ain't know if we would make it
But ima get that paper fasho'
Yea I know we gone make it fasho'
Ay I'm gon' run me up a M then I'm gon' make me some mo'
We from the bottom only one way to go
We was some young niggas hustlin' came up stuffin' weed in Girbauds
Got my guard up from all them times that I been lied to
I was taught if yo brudda ride you better slide too
Stackin' up this paper from all that shit we had to grind through
Tidis took his own life after that we survived through
I been tryna understand
I been tryna get these bands
Know that's it's whatever wit' whoever just to feed the fam
Now it's just so hard to give a f*ck
Cuz' they ain't give a damn
Now I'm finally up so on my soul they'll never see me down
Two cell phones feel like I got no one to call on
I know Symone gon' be there when it's all gone
Showed your hand now u the one I gotta ball on
Love my lifestyle even tho' we lived it all wrong
We done had a hard life
But mama always said that it would be alright
Ima get that cash that's what I came foe'
I been outchea runnin' up this bankroll
Been through hell & back but ima soldier baby
Ima get the bag I thought I told ya baby
Runnin' through these streets done drove a nigga crazy
Wit' all this pain we ain't know if we would make it
But ima get that paper fasho'
Yeah Ima get that paper fasho'
Ima get that paper fasho'
Ima get that paper fasho'
Ima get that paper fasho'
J.Young1k - Hard Life Lyrics
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English
(Ant Chamberlin that's 100 points)
Thinkin' bout them juggs know we ain't have a choice yea
Yea yea yea look
Thinkin' bout them juggs know we ain't have a choice
I just be thinkin' bout the hood cuz' I know I'm they voice
I'm stuffing rubber bands round these rolls I'm tryna cop a Royce
Wasn't for these losses Lord knows I couldn't copped a Royce
Ay I ain't gone' speak on my old problems I got new ones (huh)
Thought niggas changed but I realized I never knew em' (huh)
Took a step back got my shit right they thought I blew it (huh)
Then I popped out motivate the thugs like how I do it (huh)
Picked up that pen so I'm the man now back then was the man still
I was sleepin' on Meezy floor that boy he my mans still
I was pouring codeine for the pain I ain't want no Advil
Walkin' round with 33 on him that boy there think he Grant Hill
Probably think I get the money just to change but I ain't
Say you ain't seen me in a while probably ain't been around no bank
Look at what I been through I told myself I can't complain
Every time I push it to start I drive it like I'm on a chase
I came from nothin' you know
They say 1K this your chance you can blow
I told my dawgs if we stay focused know how far we can go
It's 2020 so ima kick down the doe'
2019 I did nine bands for the last 10 months in a row
Sometimes I just hop in the coupe & pray
Through all these losses know I'll win one day
I told myself that I'm goin' back to the old me
But in my soul I ain't goin' back to the broke me
We done had a hard life
But mama always said that it would be alright
Ima get that cash that's what I came foe'
I been outchea runnin' up this bankroll
Been through hell & back but ima soldier baby
Ima get the bag I thought I told ya baby
Runnin' through these streets done drove a nigga crazy
Wit' all this pain we ain't know if we would make it
But ima get that paper fasho'
Yea I know we gone make it fasho'
Ay I'm gon' run me up a M then I'm gon' make me some mo'
We from the bottom only one way to go
We was some young niggas hustlin' came up stuffin' weed in Girbauds
Got my guard up from all them times that I been lied to
I was taught if yo brudda ride you better slide too
Stackin' up this paper from all that shit we had to grind through
Tidis took his own life after that we survived through
I been tryna understand
I been tryna get these bands
Know that's it's whatever wit' whoever just to feed the fam
Now it's just so hard to give a f*ck
Cuz' they ain't give a damn
Now I'm finally up so on my soul they'll never see me down
Two cell phones feel like I got no one to call on
I know Symone gon' be there when it's all gone
Showed your hand now u the one I gotta ball on
Love my lifestyle even tho' we lived it all wrong
We done had a hard life
But mama always said that it would be alright
Ima get that cash that's what I came foe'
I been outchea runnin' up this bankroll
Been through hell & back but ima soldier baby
Ima get the bag I thought I told ya baby
Runnin' through these streets done drove a nigga crazy
Wit' all this pain we ain't know if we would make it
But ima get that paper fasho'
Yeah Ima get that paper fasho'
Ima get that paper fasho'
Ima get that paper fasho'
Ima get that paper fasho'
Thinkin' bout them juggs know we ain't have a choice yea
Yea yea yea look
Thinkin' bout them juggs know we ain't have a choice
I just be thinkin' bout the hood cuz' I know I'm they voice
I'm stuffing rubber bands round these rolls I'm tryna cop a Royce
Wasn't for these losses Lord knows I couldn't copped a Royce
Ay I ain't gone' speak on my old problems I got new ones (huh)
Thought niggas changed but I realized I never knew em' (huh)
Took a step back got my shit right they thought I blew it (huh)
Then I popped out motivate the thugs like how I do it (huh)
Picked up that pen so I'm the man now back then was the man still
I was sleepin' on Meezy floor that boy he my mans still
I was pouring codeine for the pain I ain't want no Advil
Walkin' round with 33 on him that boy there think he Grant Hill
Probably think I get the money just to change but I ain't
Say you ain't seen me in a while probably ain't been around no bank
Look at what I been through I told myself I can't complain
Every time I push it to start I drive it like I'm on a chase
I came from nothin' you know
They say 1K this your chance you can blow
I told my dawgs if we stay focused know how far we can go
It's 2020 so ima kick down the doe'
2019 I did nine bands for the last 10 months in a row
Sometimes I just hop in the coupe & pray
Through all these losses know I'll win one day
I told myself that I'm goin' back to the old me
But in my soul I ain't goin' back to the broke me
We done had a hard life
But mama always said that it would be alright
Ima get that cash that's what I came foe'
I been outchea runnin' up this bankroll
Been through hell & back but ima soldier baby
Ima get the bag I thought I told ya baby
Runnin' through these streets done drove a nigga crazy
Wit' all this pain we ain't know if we would make it
But ima get that paper fasho'
Yea I know we gone make it fasho'
Ay I'm gon' run me up a M then I'm gon' make me some mo'
We from the bottom only one way to go
We was some young niggas hustlin' came up stuffin' weed in Girbauds
Got my guard up from all them times that I been lied to
I was taught if yo brudda ride you better slide too
Stackin' up this paper from all that shit we had to grind through
Tidis took his own life after that we survived through
I been tryna understand
I been tryna get these bands
Know that's it's whatever wit' whoever just to feed the fam
Now it's just so hard to give a f*ck
Cuz' they ain't give a damn
Now I'm finally up so on my soul they'll never see me down
Two cell phones feel like I got no one to call on
I know Symone gon' be there when it's all gone
Showed your hand now u the one I gotta ball on
Love my lifestyle even tho' we lived it all wrong
We done had a hard life
But mama always said that it would be alright
Ima get that cash that's what I came foe'
I been outchea runnin' up this bankroll
Been through hell & back but ima soldier baby
Ima get the bag I thought I told ya baby
Runnin' through these streets done drove a nigga crazy
Wit' all this pain we ain't know if we would make it
But ima get that paper fasho'
Yeah Ima get that paper fasho'
Ima get that paper fasho'
Ima get that paper fasho'
Ima get that paper fasho'
Writer: Jarquise Young
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