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