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WHEN LIFE GETS RUFF
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Hip-Hop/Rap
WHEN LIFE GETS RUFF was released on July 12, 2024 by 300 Entertainment as a part of the album Viceroy
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AlbumViceroy
Release DateJuly 12, 2024
Label300 Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
$NOT
$NOT
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ainsworth Ashton Thomas
Ainsworth Ashton Thomas
Songwriter
Edy Edouard
Edy Edouard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Federico Giordano
Federico Giordano
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ohad Nissim
Ohad Nissim
Mastering Engineer
Teezio
Teezio
Mixing Engineer
A.J Thomas
A.J Thomas
Producer
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
'Cause you know life ain't fair, **** (Man, ****, fuck your friends)
Here's some advice (Actually, I love my enemies though)
'Cause I know when I— (Listen closely, ****)
I always keep it real (Listen closely, listen closely)
Watch over your shoulder, ****
[Chorus]
When times get rough, you gotta watch over your shoulders
Your friends will fuck you over and your enemies will love you
My brother keep it real, keep the steel tough
'Cause you know life ain't fair, it don't give a fuck
****, fuck your pain and fuck what you cry about
****, fuck your gang and fuck what you rap about
My windows not tinted, you can see me through the Beamer
Clutchin' on my heater, man, I wish a **** creep up
[Verse 1]
'Cause I know life ain't fair, it don't give a fuck
It will drop you in a second, ****, get up
It's something 'bout these ****, they won't ever sit with me
I'm drinkin' Alizé, Hennessy, thirty deep, forty deep
**** dead, rest in peace, put you on a shirt for merch
Piss up in your coffin while you layin' down in the church
Tough talk, I don't need to talk, I'ma keep it P
Glock cocked, put it in your head, watch your mouth bleed
Pop-pop, leave a fuckin' hole when you're dead asleep
The Porsche came up off the lot and, nah, ain't cost a lot
These bitches broke as fuck and these **** fuckin' talk a lot
I sawed off my hand, ****, ain't no fuckin' evidence
Grab the bitch by the neck, I shaked her with some negligence
Dumb bitch, she only good for head, I ain't cuffin' shit
Dumb ****, put you in the bag, dump you in the lake
Mama text your phone and told you, "Get back home, don't be late"
(Dumb bitch, your son's dead, come and pick him off the plate)
(Pick him off the ground, he at the park, it's fuckin' past 8)
Creep up in my Lamb' truck, paint like magenta
White girl, she off the fuckin' Hannah Montana
Cloud 9, bitch, I'm in the sky, I'm off the Delta
Rolex watch, diamond bezel in that shit like skeleton
**** soft, **** pussy and they move so feminine
Smokin' gas, smokin' blunt, and my plug, he Mexican
[Chorus]
When times get rough, you gotta watch over your shoulders
Your friends will fuck you over and your enemies will love you
My brother keep it real, keep the steel tough
'Cause you know life ain't fair, it don't give a fuck
****, fuck your pain and fuck what you cry about
****, fuck your gang and fuck what you rap about
My windows not tinted, you can see me through the Beamer
Clutchin' on my heater, man, I wish a **** creep up
Written by: Ainsworth Ashton Thomas, Edy Edouard
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