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[Intro] 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
[Verse] 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 thе work, back like RZA with the flip On the cornеr, 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)
Letra de Hard Life
[Intro] 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
[Verse] 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 thе work, back like RZA with the flip On the cornеr, 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)