(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, niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas playin' with sticks, they ain't tryna watch no Frozone
How the fuck you get out, then go diss on the same nigga ass you told on?
The streets be crazy, niggas 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 nigga, I had to get my nigga, yeah, yeah
Then when I fucked 'round and got it, I went up and split it, my nigga, yeah, yeah
Can't speak on Lil Tony and loyalty, I'm comin' different, my nigga, 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, niggas 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 niggas 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' nigga, 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
Nigga die first day in the street, wasn't steppin', goofy ass should've stayed on the porch, huh
I'm rich, that's why niggas be sayin' we opps, that nigga can't show me a dub
Have them young niggas 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 nigga copy me, big boy pop out cut
Me and my niggas 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 nigga get you knocked off by a ho, opp-ass nigga 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
