This is a song about "Hard to make lyrics"

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Hard to make it in music/

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Shattering lines,ill lyrics pass devine.i came here to make rapping refined.

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Wanting to hit her so hard and make her arms go slack

U tryin to act hard with these week lyrics u spit,

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

It's hard to live, make you die makin' this a habit

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Cause im working so hard to make it

The real muscle in the message of that

You see at least i tryed, not to pass bye, spitting lyrics through my mouth tryna make you cry

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces