Hard feat. J‐Dawg & Scarface

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Street lights are glowin', every day's another struggle I'm movin' slowly in silence, steady makin' sure my heart's from this Air tight, these city streets is hectic, gotta get it Here tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so I don't live in fear I work it 'til I touch it, stack it until I need it I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I leave The soul could never see me as bein' somethin' that's lesser A nigga straight out the gutter, murkin' without a question Product of my surroundings, click clack and down him All they know is he missin', but niggas ain't ever found him My soul is still in heaven, I don't live it on regrets I'm a motherfuckin' killer for realer, this ain't a threat I'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice to you is live your life You never know when niggas might hit you under city lights So get it right You never know when niggas might hit you under city lights So get it right Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Born and raised on the north blocks, home of the hard knocks Wanna get rich? Find a spot to pump that hard out Might get robbed or shot if niggas don't think you worthy In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early Mama heart broke and brother feel like he gotta fix it Loadin', loadin' up them straps, 'bout to hit where they kick it Got a first class ticket to the pen Seventeen years old, but up in there they all men It's just another day, one come out, another go in It's hard out here, you can't even trust your friends They'll have a nigga set up, wet up by the curb It's every man for self, oh, you ain't heard? I'm a motherfuckin' hog, survive through it all Stand up tall, we don't fall, nah I been shot at but ain't been shot Been in plenty fights but ain't been dropped Always came out on top like a hard knock Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Yeah, these tattooed tears cover my face My mama got mad at first, but shit, she know she made I'm a G, you gotta pray for me and here's what it is While these niggas out here playin', man, it's real in my field What you know about them late nights, no lights and no food? No diapers for the babies, the whole house smell like boo-boo Think of what you would do, I tell you what I'd done Jump straight up off the porch, now the game has begun My big brother on lock so I stole his gun He ain't gon' need it where he at, I'm Finna go and smoke some crack and that Big homie knew I had it on my mind He ain't like it but it's Viking runnin' through my bloodline And he knew if he declined it was gon' be hard for me to find So he chose to put me down and I got up on my grind For those of you hoes think I'm glorifying crack My mama lights off, the whole house pitch black, bitch Stay up, yeah Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh