Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
killa kam on the beat
hard life
all i ever think about is how my dad was never there for
me and priclex but me and price never flex but we bought to buy
a lex and we making money and its funny how are dad
asked us for some fucking money i said hell no ask the streets
that's who u picked over us im not trynna fuss but u treat us like dust
i can never trust u again dont come back to us are moms raised us to
be real and how to deal with pain now ur in shame without me and
price in ur life u pretty much stabbed us with a knife go shoot dice im
sure the streets are nice u should have thought twice now me and
price got a whip and we stayed true to are family and love them
mentally and we dont worry about society truthful i love u but u
dont care about nothing but beer and u wasn't the man of the year
now ur just as low as the ground and ur riding around town with some
low downs with ur face down with a frown ur just a low down clown
hard life
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