Hard Knocks

Aye cuh, this shit on?

My life the fucking business

In here collecting digits

This shit could get explicit

Got a sweet tooth for these bitches

Yeah, burning through these mill tickets

Shit could get wicked (Mic check)

Lights, camera, action

Slow burn, no crashing

Now that's a lot of ashes

The fucking main attraction

Let's get this shit in order, I am the top of the totem

Time to reload 'em, we blowing the smoke out yo' modem

I'm getting closer, yeah, I know you smelling that aroma

House-hold name on every motherfucking corner

Ring-ding-ding, she fuck me right, then I'm a goner

Ting-ting-ding, we toasting to this marijuana

Now how many licks does it take

Just to get to the center of a cupcake, no time to pump fake

Come on, school of hard knocks, took the long way

Huh, sick of crooked cops in them pissy hallways

Huh, made it out the hood, now it's broadway

Y'all motherfuckas better leave them kids alone

These **** can't afford to go to war on a budget

Say my name in the wrong sentence and I'ma pull up and touch 'em

Repercussion in this bitch, it sound just like a percussion

Have you deep cover, cold case, under the rubbish

Murder was the fucking case, that's the killa Cali way

Ricky in the alleyway, just another Saturday

Drinking Gin & Juice while these bitches was sipping Alize

It's just a matinee, watch me blow a bag a day

Come on, school of hard knocks, took the long way

Huh, sick of crooked cops in them pissy hallways

Huh, made it out the hood, now it's broadway

Y'all motherfuckas better leave them kids alone

I started out with nothing

And took this gangsta shit worldwide

You know a **** always into something

I couldn't even help it if I tried

Now, this is fair warning ****, final notice

Back outside and moving on this locomotive

Hot as fuck, but still, keeping a cold shoulder

You outta luck, success the sweetest hangover

Game over, over, over

Guns on the bed, yeah, aye

Phone on do not disturb

Two Chevys in my grandma driveway, no this not the burbs

Prescriptions in the medicine cabinet, I got wok reserved

Guns on the bed, the chopper mine, the pocket rocket hers

You actin' nervous around killers, you got a lot of nerve

She wanna slot, I'm at the top, you know that top reserved

You shedding blood that's Murder Inc, yo name get hot as Irv

My shooters quiet on the set, you won't hear not a word (Hush)

Used to give it my all, fuck a minimum wage

Tryna make me a slave, that's how villains are made

Had me feeling someway, stuck in my feelings some day

Windows get tinted Sunday, pillage the village Monday

Just another day at work, feeling like I'm on the verge

Get the urge to wanna purge, shit get deep — spoken word

Met this bitch in Sherman Oaks, I bet she fuck with Sherm

Smokey in the pigeon coop, look like she ducking Worm

Baby daddy on her back, every time I bust a turn

Bitch keep lookin right to left, that shit not my concern

On Long Beach Blvd until I get to 23rd

Put us in a jungle, we leaving out that bitch in furs

I'm talking his and hers, DA tryna switch his words

Murder was the case, but you know what the witness heard — nothing

**** bumped his head, must've hit a nerve

Scratches on the statement like the Forgiatos hit a curb

I see you for what you is with my vision blurred

Don't make a **** sign off on this hit without a signature

You know this shit could get ugly as Forest Whitaker

Make ya bone chill and you feel it all in ya fibula

I be home getting my dick sucked with the semi tucked

Frequently knee deep in some pussy and still don't give a fuck

Guns with dots, big fish tryna connect something

Parking lot pimping, tryna collect something

Too rich to make poor decisions

Too many died for attention

They prey on you, no religion

Don't let 'em play with you, might have to kill something

**** a change on you, pop, career done

And then them chains on you, locked in prison

A **** out here moving right

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