Hard Life (Explicit)

Hard Life (Explicit) - Kodak Black

Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Lester Williams

Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Lester Williams

Produced by：Lbeats

L Beats

My nigga said somebody snitched put a face on it

We killed the witness now we call this blick the case burner

I'm rich as **** homie my money good

Don't matter what I can't stay out the hood

I love to know how all my people doing

How would they feel if I go Hollywood

I love my nigga so much I let him cut me

He used to love me until he got some money

He went commercial I stayed on the ugly

He met a bad ***** he took her from me

My soul done muddy and I'm from the mud

Since elementary I was in the club

Me and my friends grew up buckin' cars

Yea we was kids but we was thuggin' hard

Me and lil wiz I don't know where to start

The **** you did it really broke my heart

Raw jacket can't would never bend

Project pooh pop out and brutal kid

Like every year I'm always doing big

I'm tryna chill but they won't let me live

This for the project been rude to me

I'm so smart to beat my a*s but I got foolish ways

I tote 380's and I tote 38's

I hope the jakes don't find my dirty K

Got on a chase I had to swerve away

I'm glad they ain't catch me with my dirty K

Yea I'm not a waiter but I'm serving ye

I'm thinking about my next murder play

I lost my conscious to the streets I can't even think

I'm always in and out of beef I can't catch a break

As soon as I deal with one of you **** niggas another come

Ain't got no money baby just hard d**k and bubble gum

I got a daughter on the way but I want me another son

I'm trying to have a hundred mill before the summer come

I pop alot of pain pills because I got me some

These days I'm never standing still you think I'm on the run

The race is riding around me

Think they're onto something

We beef alot but dawg you're still my mama's oldest son

You ain't stand up for me I needed you but I gotta forgive ya

**** how I'm feeling your my sibling I gotta forgive you

When them niggas spoke up on your name

I took it personal I got out there to do my thing

And I be wondering like when is you gon' do the same

It's been my window pane gettin' hit with rain

Feel like the alphabet boy be tryna squeeze a Z

I'm dropping hits and I do PPP's illegally

Surprise I made it in this rap streets had me in too deep

I keep the strap I be ready to smack **** and DVD

She called all different numbers I put my phone on DND

Got a couple rubbers licking ******* in the BnB

I be dressing dirty I don't really care about fashion and stuff

Still be carrying myself like I ain't having this stuff