Los – Hard Life Lyrics

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Hook:
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
Said he needed some love, new connect and a Glock
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some love, new connect and a Glock
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
Man all we know is hit it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it


Verse 1:
Play this shit, this player shit
Haters pissed, save the shit
Ain’t true but it is nigga, all shit what it is nigga
You don’t wanna be a obstacle, I’m colossal
You a fossil, I’m fossil fuel
My 2 shoes done seen hostile views
My 2 eyes don’t watch the news
Watch is new, times have changed
I arrived, times of pain, dollar signs
How I grind, the sun should shine, like every day
Every way that I could, I done tried, I done cried
Through the pain, fuck the world
Do your thang!

Hook:
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some load, new connect and a Glock
Found a bitch that was with it, he pop them bands out the spot
That’s the city we from, we go hard off the top
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We live a hard life, we live a hard life
Man all we know is get it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in the kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it

Verse 2:
Put my gorilla niggas on you, claiming you the realest with it
You don’t even fill a nigga quota
Before they put it on the corner
My niggas might test it out, stretch it out, hit it with the soda, woah!
Get the folks called, turn it down a little
We gonn get up off the corner while they rollin round a little
My nigga had a stash full of cash, crack in the bag in the crack of his ass
When the crack is at past, we coming to the Lac full of hunheds
I was like fuck it’s clean, man do your fucking thing
He said fuck with me, when you fuckin with his money
Bitches Fuck For Free,
But ain’t nothing free, not even my niggas
Sometimes I wonder how naive is my niggas
Cause even my niggas come back with these rumors

Like losers assuming I’m leaving my niggas
Instead of applauds, or somebody wishing me better regards
For me overcoming the better of odds
And beating them up on the letterman cards
I outclass you, I bring young cassius out
And I’m cashing out, Los to pull a nigga classes out

Hook:
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some load, new connect and a Glock
Found a bitch that was with it, he pop them bands out the spot
That’s the city we from, we go hard off the top
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We live a hard life, we live a hard life
Man all we know is get it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in the kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it

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