(Ayy, Deeski, I like this one)

Life is hard, but who the fuck said it was easy? Not Lil TKey

I'm with Deeski, shit, we ain't miss, I'm tryna go threepeat

I was in a black truck geeked up four deep, now I'm by myself and I don't need nobody else

I done spent too much on this Rollie and I'ma wear every diamond out 'til ain't no diamonds left

Bitches hate, **** hate, life gon' get harder and harder

And ain't nobody gon' show you how to get to the lake if you need water

Seen **** I thought was that wasn't really that when I had got older

That's just how life be goin', keep truckin' 'til it's over

Lil TKey Dellavedova, jumped inside that pussy, oh, no

Say I can't get Glock inside the function, that's a no-no

Chopper kick, I'm droppin' dick, your ho be jumpin', pogo

This life here crazy, I ain't seen a young **** yet with a yo-yo

I seen 'em with Glocks and switches, though, runnin' from the po-po

And you can't even judge them boys 'cause that's just how it go, though

These young **** playin' with sticks, they ain't tryna watch no Frozone

How the fuck you get out, then go diss on the same **** ass you told on?

The streets be crazy, **** be hatin' 'cause you made it

It's okay 'cause T gon' get everybody placements

Out the hood, show 'em some success, maybe they can taste it

It's no fakin', Tony from the basement

I was broke just like you, I had to go up and get it my— yeah

I never hated on no ****, I had to get my ****, yeah, yeah

Then when I fucked 'round and got it, I went up and split it, my ****, yeah, yeah

Can't speak on Lil Tony and loyalty, I'm comin' different, my ****, yeah, yeah

Life is hard, but who the fuck said it was easy? Not Lil TKey

I'm with Deeski, shit, we ain't miss, I'm tryna go threepeat

I was in a black truck geeked up four deep, now I'm by myself and I don't need nobody else

I done spent too much on this Rollie and I'ma wear every diamond out 'til ain't no diamonds left

Bitches hate, **** hate, life gon' get harder and harder

And ain't nobody gon' show you how to get to the lake if you need water

Seen **** I thought was that wasn't really that when I had got older

That's just how life be goin', keep truckin' 'til it's over

(Roc)

(Roc, Roc that shit out, Hari)

Come through supercharged, know clientele work that wheel, I'm backseat clappin'

Lil' twin put belt to ass, no opp ain't up no score, just look what happened

No, he can't run, gon' feel this Drac', bounce out the back, that bitch be blastin'

Opp go live and say my name, don't step on shit, them boys just sassy

Huh, they ain't steppin' on shit, bump on his block, double down, two sticks

Glock 21 and that bitch got a switch, I'ma let this bitch go if he play with this shit

Yeah, spin down his block, left lil' bro on the curb, them pussy boys got the nerve

Yeah, he got caught tryna make him a lil' play, we takin' whatever he serve

Sundown, run down, you know my woah trippin', all I gotta do tell him purge (What?)

I drill when I'm sober, I catch me a kill, then I go and pop me a Perc' (Huh)

I know I be trippin', but I ain't gon' chill 'til I put lil' bro on a shirt (What?)

I been drillin' awhile, go put on your cleats, lil' ****, let's get on the turf

This Maybach geeked, get to jumpin', I don't know how to put the lil' bitch in reverse

Foldable Glock 23, this motherfucker be lookin' high as Catour

Spent a lot on an SUV, I might flip it, I'm still tryna slap it in sport

**** die first day in the street, wasn't steppin', goofy ass should've stayed on the porch, huh

I'm rich, that's why **** be sayin' we opps, that **** can't show me a dub

Have them young **** pull up and run in your spot, kill you and everything that you love

Get popped, drop salt on a player, that shit ain't do nan' but kill off a slug, huh

This money get real, have a fuck **** copy me, big boy pop out cut

Me and my **** doin' flyin' numbers, you'll never see a bankroll twenty or under

Type of money I be playin' with, I make a bitch don't eat veggies slob up a cucumber

Seventy-five rounds on the Drac', this motherfucker got a twist, bitch long like the neck of a llama (Roc)

Type of **** get you knocked off by a ho, opp-ass **** better stay off Tumblr (Roc, Roc that shit out, Hari)

Come through supercharged, know clientele work that wheel, I'm backseat clappin'

Lil' twin put belt to ass, no opp ain't up no score, just look what happened

No, he can't run, gon' feel this Drac', bounce out the back, that bitch be blastin'

Opp go live and say my name, don't step on shit, them boys just sassy

Huh, they ain't steppin' on shit, bump on his block, double down, two sticks

Glock 21 and that bitch got a switch, I'ma let this bitch go if he play with this shit

Yeah, spin down his block, left lil' bro on the curb, them pussy boys got the nerve

Yeah, he got caught tryna make him a lil' play, we takin' whatever he serve