She said she had some issues...
She thought I was gone listen...
You told me to give it up my nigga
Now you wanna hop on the bus my nigga
You see me ballin now you finna rush my nigga
Im feelin like Hammer, cant touch my nigga
Real niggas made the trap house bump my nigga
Thats what I call Trap Funk my nigga
Looking like a young James Brown in the kitchen
We all like Bobby, everybody loves Whitney
Came in the game, cant trust these bitches
But everybody wanna fall in love with these bitches
Run from on the north, take a hoe and make a million
Make a basic bitch feel like Hillary Clinton
Lets talk about the rapper swagger jagger niggas
Put the powder on my hand so I can smack a nigga
I had powder on my hand before the rapping nigga
On the north turned the bando to a mansion nigga
Million dollar cash in the duffel
Million dollar man got muscle
Its a whole pound in the plastic
Gotta pay for fore you snatch it
Grandmama died, momma cried a million times
Pistol Pete died, still cried a million times
Life paid off all these hard ass years
Money dont change, but the money change bills
Hey, it was so hard 
Damn, life was so hard 
It was so hard 
Fuck, life was so hard 
Bitch say she gotta issue and she think that Ima listen
My wrist look like Im whipping in the kitchen with the chickens
Put the pounds in the trap back and Olinda do the dishes
I got straight hot shit, a nigga come up in the kitchen
My sister gonna be a lawyer so her ass gone go to college
Just in case I get in trouble, run into some fucking problems
Riding in the passenger seat is a rocket launcher
Ima serve a nigga up, Benihana right in front of us
Im cooling, counting money, getting top, smoking Aiki
I pull up, get the money, yeah bitch more than likely
The bitch hit me say she got her friends and they dikey
Im like a new toy, these hoes wanna try me
Pull up, riding fast now Im riding from the Aiki
Always talkin bout pull up cause I pull up daily
Come get yo bitch, come get yo sister cause they hot like Sosa baby
Ima take this shit back bitch call me Sosa Baby
Whats up in the chopper, bitch its Jojo and K-Ci
Cause it sing like an opera, 20 shots leave me 8
Since I got these bitches, I swear I be going crazy
Bitch Im grown as fuck I act like I was born in the 80s
I got shooters in LA, I got some up in the Little Haiti
We got choppers like Nigeria, choppers like Jamaica
Im a dread shaker, youd think Sosa was Jamaican
Let me roll up this tooka cause I been tripping lately
Hey, it was so hard 
Damn, life was so hard 
It was so hard 
Fuck, life was so hard 
Life was so hard I prayed to God
Shit went good everyday nigga I had it hard
Quit sprinting out the crib running from tear drops to the cars
I have been through the jungle and forest, came out with no scar
Remember the day at momma house sleep
Quavo woke me up in my sleep
Had one Jordan on his feet
We tripping, looking out for the police
He said not only did I lose my shoe, lost my ID
Take you back about a year ago, trapping it at the bando
Way before niggas begin using the Migos flow
When my pockets was hurting I had to kick a door
Or found a way to get benjamins was the motto
I go to sleep, I was dreaming about hitting the lotto
Wake up in reality, he gotta get every dollar
You told me to give it up, but watch how you gone follow
Niggas that talking they gone holla
Brush the dirt off my collar
Get back to the guala
Yea niggas, still jugg season 
Errbody know we got no label 
We came in as young rich niggas
One man down but nobody can replace him 
I dont fear nobody, only my creator 
Aint no pray to nobody only my savior
I dont fuck with none of you niggas cuz you fugazy
Lifes hard life is whatever you make it
Hey, it was so hard 
Damn, life was so hard 
It was so hard 
Fuck, life was so hard