It's Rough

歌詞

(*talking*) Huh, it get rough sometime baby Gotta make it over that hump though You know I'm tal'n bout, shit Ery'body feel that, can't frown on that note ha It get strange and crazy sometimes, ha (Mr. 3-2) Shit I'm going through it, trying to deal with it It's a must I go get it, cause my pockets is addicted To Benjamin Franklins, I'm thinking of capers to pull In this screwed up world, where the jail house full Niggaz is locked in the game, with nowhere to turn to Not even a high school diploma, so what will I do Loved by few, and hated by many Down on my luck, and nobody offer me a penny Remember we sipped Henny, and blowed on doja Fell off for a second, now nobody know ya Gotta keep your composure, it's all work no play Putting in my groundwork, to see a better day Struggling we steady be hustling, to stay on feet What else I'ma do, baby my family gotta eat That's deep but that's life, raw and uncut How it really go down, this world is corrupt (Hook - 2x) It's rough, ya can't give up and lay down Had to what, had to raise up out them hard times It get rough, believe me and could always love me Situations get crucial, and man it get ugly (Mr. 3-2) Up's and down's, smiles and frowns You got people peeping round, when you broke they can't be found Out of sight out of mind, getting myself together Writing boys off like letters, cause they change like the weather Drastic measures I'm taking, when it come down to it Attacking drama in the making, and run right through it Pursue it quick fast, raising up from the bottom Cause no matter who you are, everybody got problems Don't let 'em get to ya, I know at points it's hectic Just staying focused keep faith, and put your game in perspective Feel my message, now take it for what it's worth Coming straight from the heart, hitting it where it hurt (Hook - 2x) (Mr. 3-2) I take the good with the bad, bad with the good Cause you win some you lose some, keep that understood If I could I would, everyday ain't for splurging Hold on to what you got, stack knots and keep working It's certain, that thangs always get greater later Breaking bread with my folks, twerking my money maker Fakers fall behind, and never catch back up The real remain forever, ashes to the dust It's hard but it's fair, it could always be worse I keep G-O-D first, everyday I walk the earth From the dirt we came, and to the dirt we return When it's over and done, and this crooked world turns (Hook - 2x)