Lyrics:
At the end of every day
Baby, it's as easy as that
It ain't hard to get to Heaven when you got an angel
Layin' in bed right by your side (bed right by
too many nights
Praying plotting scheming tryna' get it right
Hustle hustle hard I gotta get it
People changing up they wasn't committed
Won't ever
it’s your car but it’s God wheel, let him drive
I been reaching goals by myself
No matter how hard my life got I always told myself that nigga
Gotta
Man I planned on being rich
Cross me you'll be in a ditch
Too many men act like bitches
Girls come through they don't ditch us
Blow loud all day
watch
Bitch stop talking
Get slapped
Like Chris Rock
Will Smith pissed off
No I don’t hit soft
Smacked so hard got ya clothes like Kriss Kross
Hey
nigga jookin' on the back block
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn
Like with Sean and Chris at the Super Snax
Seven days and nights and darling I'll be back in your arms
I don't even know where I'm going while I'm
Friday night, I'm tryna do somethin'
Chris throwin a party and it's gonna be jumpin'
Everybody playing Spades, bad babes for days
We got the liquor flowin'
big boys
I ain't cry like a bitch when it got hard
On tha block all day, Me and Big Boy (Big Chris)
Hope I live to see tomorrow, got a big rod
Got
trying and trying to get you just to have a little fun
But do you love Collin, or do you love Chris?
Or do you love one of the guys you talk to every day
off the pills they got me acting strange
Had to get my thoughts straight and rearrange
Like Ian Connor I'm born from pain
I don't why but every day
was starting to see
My little brother lose himself more piece by piece
Coke turned to pills, pill turned to H
All that stuff these days is fentanyl
count money all night, I need some no-doz
Hater, try one of these, you need a bank roll
Throw the money in the trunk, bitch the bank roll
I go hard in
Price of the brick went up
Like Prop Joe and Marlo (uhhh)
Niggas moving hard dope (yup)
When they ask me what I know (yup)
I'm vacant like Chris Partlow
Didn't give Teddy Gram one dime,
Now listen real close 'cause it might be,
Hard to follow,
Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand dollers,
Shit sound
on the first night
When you and me would kiss at night
Remember what we tripped like
Why don't it feel like felt on the first night
Now it's so hard
I’m on call, niggas know I’m on demon time
No encore, hold it down for the one time
Young Chris Paul, I see it all when I hit the dime
All out war,
Late night was up, tryna feed my hungry son
And I ain't ate all day, I know I'm not the only one
Ruth Chris, but we started on the dollar menu
Money
Hard times gone by
Hard times (Happiest days of my life)
Hard times gone by
Late at night with the darkness here around me
I'm drinking all alone
Nothing
the bear mace pointed and ready to spray (Spray)
Flashbang grenades
Blast balls, the cops aim ‘em right at your face
This is every day (Every day!)
Pigs
Ah man
Damn, I don't know why I went out last night
Oh yeah Chris, you got a busy ass week ahead of you, how bout we stay out till four AM
Good
And then let's go
Wanna see some paintings
Italian fresco
Made it to the Menil
Right off of fifty-nine
Ended up looking at Rothkos
Hues by Yves Klein
She
Didn't give Teddy Gram one dime,
Now listen real close 'cause it might be,
Hard to follow,
Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand dollers,
Shit sound
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
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