| It’s so hard out here
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| But I’m still breathin'
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| I said it’s hard out here
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| But my nigga, I ain’t leavin'
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| Lookit, I show niggas too much love, not enough discipline
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| Now look at all this backwards shit a nigga in
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| Homies want my head, they’d rather see me dead
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| Than papered up on BET, that nigga gettin' bread
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| What you thought? |
| What you think? |
| What that shit do?
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| I heard Nipsey gettin' paper, is that shit true?
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| Yeah, he used to hustle off Slauson
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| Type of nigga probably deuce up on a coffin
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| 'Cause homies' families was hurtin'
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| But what’s it worth when these niggas want you curtains?
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| Yeah, I know, they probably smile up in your face
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| But I know you niggas phony 'cause there’s sweat up in your shake
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| Nigga, jealousy, how easily niggas forget
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| Used to walk through the hood, nigga didn’t have shit
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| I just hustled off the corner, and I stacked a couple chips
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| Then I hit the parking lot, with that brand new whip
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| How you love that? |
| Ain’t you 'posed to smile for me?
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| Why you hate that? |
| Oh, you playin' high for me
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| They say cut the grass and the snakes’ll show
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| Is you niggas mad at me or do you hate my dough?
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| Just let me know
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| It’s so hard out here
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| But I’m still breathin'
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| I said it’s hard out here
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| But my nigga, I ain’t leavin'
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| I said it’s hard out here
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| But I’m still breathin'
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| It’s so hard out here
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| But my nigga, I ain’t leavin', no
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| When I was 15, my mama kicked me out and changed the locks
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| Her husband used to beat on us and talk shit a lot
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| «You ain’t my daddy, nigga, I ain’t gotta listen to you»
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| Then my mama switched sides, like, «Nigga, yeah you do»
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| I used to wanna stay away, used to hate to come home
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| Outcasted from the family 'cause we wasn’t his own
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| Now that’s scandalous — how you let him hit me that hard?
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| And that’s scandalous — how you let your two kids starve?
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| No lunch money, was bummy, and treated like a step-child
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| Let me loose on these streets, the nigga went wild
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| No direction, false concept of family
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| Quick to bust the first damn burner that they handed me
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| Mama, these white folks’ll never understand a G
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| Cryin' to the judge and they still reprimanded me
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| Used to wonder why you act like you always was mad at me
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| When cuz was the issue, but mama, I forgive you
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| It’s so hard out here
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| But I’m still breathin'
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| I said it’s hard out here
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| But my nigga, I ain’t leavin'
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| I said it’s hard out here
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| But I’m still breathin'
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| It’s so hard out here
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| But my nigga, I ain’t leavin', no |