10 TIMES

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It's ten times harder for a real nigga
 It's ten times harder for a real nigga
 It's ten times harder for a real nigga
 It's ten times harder for a real nigga
 It's ten times harder for a...
 Fuck the DA, fuck the P.O
 Fuck the president, fuck the Popo
 They follow me, wanna keep me close
 Try to hold me back, let me go
 I sip the drank
 I sip the drank
 Pick up the phone and call Michelle
 She hold me down, I gotta make the plan
 If the plan don't get me
 Then I don't care
 Look in my eyes and tell me what you see
 A whole lot of lives depended on me
 But I hold it down
 I hold it down
 I check in when I'm not in town
 Put on a smile girl, put on a smile
 Its a lot on my shoulders, I gotta balance it out
 Put on a smile girl, put on a smile
 I take care of you and that child
 It's harder for a real nigga (hey)
 It's ten times harder for a real nigga
 It's ten times harder for a real nigga
 It's ten times harder for a real nigga
 It's ten times harder for a...
 Gotta go to the courthouse
 Judge ain't giving a fuck, oww
 My fingerprints is they evidence
 What the fuck I'ma do now?
 So hold me tight, hold me close
 My lifestyle got me doin' the most
 Fuck that, let's make a toast
 The Lord keep us alive
 He never take our soul
 I'm prayin' up, I'm prayin' up
 This a must that I can't sleep I stay up
 Pops told me to change up
 But if I change up they gonna say I changed up
 When everybodyy mothafuckin' screen cracked
 It's all good, I'll text your bitch
 And have her slide through Mac
 That Apple Care kicked in
 Bring me a new phone and an iPad back
 Hustlers on the map, in pursuit of the scratch
 Never would we relax
 Money addicts relapsed (Yeah, yeah)
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that?
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back
 Plenty bosses, pretty watches
 Pull up, they ask what it cost us
 Stayin' cautious, play your posture
 Never takin' any losses
 We declinin' offers
 Too much sauce, can't get it off us
 Shout out to Sauce Walka
 Foreign cars and old Impalas
 Million dollars, million problems
 Gotta keep them millions on us
 Hate 'em, dodgin', bake 'em, watch 'em
 Money, tryna make it often
 Now we fathers, know that God got us
 They be tryna foul us
 But we never die-ers, gang lifers
 Rap game survivors
 Paid the prices
 We make history and made it twice
 Off of saving Nikes and convincing girls to stay the night
 That's our way of life,
 dropped 2009 to say it twice
 Every day's a flight
 You just hatin', dawg, that ain't advice
 Got my paper right
 Ain't just buyin' everything in sight
 Now I'm the savin' type,
 So my son is straight for life
 Always grindin', money on the mind,
 Rollie telling time
 You out of line, saying this gang life is not the vibe
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that?
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that?
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back
 
 By the code, the game a decade old
 I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl
 I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys
 They look good with my jewelry on
 And my butter brown skin tone
 Bitches choosing, but none I bring home
 I break 'em off on sight
 Introduced 'em to the rest of the stage
 Done like a couple nights
 If she's really down, soul on ice like my Rollie crown
 We control the town from the couch, nigga
 I'm smoked out
 You really want that funk U.B. delivered to us in the trunk
 Andretti OG, Khalifa Kush all stuffed in one joint
 I proved my point
 When I parked that Rolls Royce, hopped out
 Forgot my phone was in my lap
 My mothafuckin' screen cracked
 It's all good, I'll text your bitch
 And have her slide through Mac
 That Apple Care kicked in
 Bring me a new phone and an iPad back
 Hustlers on the map, in pursuit of the scratch
 Never would we relax
 Money addicts relapsed (Yeah, yeah)
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that?
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back
 Plenty bosses, pretty watches
 Pull up, they ask what it cost us
 Stayin' cautious, play your posture
 Never takin' any losses
 We declinin' offers
 Too much sauce, can't get it off us
 Shout out to Sauce Walka
 Foreign cars and old Impalas
 Million dollars, million problems
 Gotta keep them millions on us
 Hate 'em, dodgin', bake 'em, watch 'em
 Money, tryna make it often
 Now we fathers, know that God got us
 They be tryna foul us
 But we never die-ers, gang lifers
 Rap game survivors
 Paid the prices
 We make history and made it twice
 Off of saving Nikes and convincing girls to stay the night
 That's our way of life,
 dropped 2009 to say it twice
 Every day's a flight
 You just hatin', dawg, that ain't advice
 Got my paper right
 Ain't just buyin' everything in sight
 Now I'm the savin' type,
 So my son is straight for life
 Always grindin', money on the mind,
 Rollie telling time
 You out of line, saying this gang life is not the vibe
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that?
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that?
 Two dopeboys in a Cadillac
 Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back
 

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Duration
02:38
Tempo
103 BPM

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