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So Hard
Jim Jones
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Niggas wish they could live it like him
Nigga, no baby mama drama
My lil' son only months and he ride around with the llama
She keep it tucked in the stroller, right up under the Huggies
You gotta love me, think you can touch me, shit could get funky
You play with my money, pray to God when shit get ugly
Bullets leave you floating on top of water like rubber ducky
My china doll, she like the sucky-fucky
I treated her child, two-hundred a plate, how you like me, ow
Read my fortune from a cookie, he told me stay on my grind
Was extorting all the bookies, money stay on my mind
Was the type to own the dash, the type to roll a fifty
And light it, pull it and pass, buck-sixty on the dash
Niggas caught me out of my swag
I got caught in the trap by a bunch of jealous niggas holding me back
I say I was out of my loop, niggas put me in the mix
Fucking busters got me twisted, ain't that a bitch, damn
I'm in the 750 with the chrome twenty-two
I fucks with the bitches 'cause that's just what I do
Instant conversations with my side bitch, out of town visits
The way these niggas be snitching, it's
So hard to drive around with the pistol
You don't know what you do to me, do to me
You don't even have a plan
You don't know what you do to me, do to me
It's so hard to drive around with the pistol
Dirty is a risk, but getting murdered ain't the shits
Served to desert birdies in the whip, swerving through the strip
Sexy foreign ride like a Turkish lil' bitch
Triptronic gears, 'bout to work this lil' bitch
See what you got, she jerked a lil' bit
When I was speeding up the block
I tried to downshift 'cause I seen the cops
Got me thinking 'bout paper
Damn, 'cause they done locked his ass up
Speeding on the highway and popped his stash up
Gave him 'bout five, but that ain't 'bout nothing
Days of our lives, my niggas still struggling
Caine still white, niggas still hustling
It ain't right, the amount of liquor that we guzzling
To kill the pain 'fore the stress builds up
My nigga said Jim, it's nothing left for us but to deal drugs
I'm in the 750 with the chrome twenty-two
I fucks with the bitches 'cause that's just what I do
Instant conversations with my side bitch, out of town visits
The way these niggas be snitching, it's
So hard to drive around with the pistol
You don't know what you do to me, do to me
You don't even have a plan
You don't know what you do to me, do to me
It's so hard to drive around with the pistol
This is not a confession
This is testimony, post-game depression
Post-partum shit, birthing cocaine aggression
And it ain't no fable, true story
Niggas been steady running blow like a self-opposed menace
Yeah, think it's time we blew a city out
Hospital mask, rubber gloves, tired chicks, every titty out
Like Leroy Barnes, Nicky in some newer form
Enterprising on the real estate, fate threw us on
My killers fly out, crack team buyout
Runners swarm the city like some track team tryout
As far as laws, make our own, keep a code of life
'Cause pride comes before the fall, nigga, roll the dice
'Cause we welcome that
Walking on our turf, stepping wrong can be quicksand or a welcome mat
Of course it all depends, never label nothing
Wait to see if you the niggas of a nigga's call to friends
I'm in the 750 with the chrome twenty-two
I fucks with the bitches 'cause that's just what I do
Instant conversations with my side bitch, out of town visits
The way these niggas be snitching, it's
So hard to drive around with the pistol
You don't know what you do to me, do to me
You don't even have a plan
You don't know what you do to me, do to me
It's so hard to drive around with the pistol
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