It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet
Never getting more money than a cashier's check
This song about you, then you probably need to leave
She loved seeing me having a hard time trying to breathe.
Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers
Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years
Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex
A lot of girls pussies cause he's fucking malcolm sex
Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,
Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones
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