[Intro: Quilly]

Stop sayin' it's hard out here

It ain't hard, nigga, you makin' it hard

Ha, yeaaah



[Verse 1: Quilly]

15 years old, I was out there on my own

Stopped goin' to school, I was out there sellin' stones

Out there wit the chrome, out there wit the heat

In and out jail, no, my mom couldn't sleep

She had an addiction, I had an addiction

Gettin' fast money, wasn't tryna hear eviction

Why you in the kitchen? why my money missing?

If I make a million, wonder would it all be different

Cuts some of my friends off, triggered my suspicion

You sayin' you real but that paper say you snitchin'

Fresh Michael Jordans and my ladders' Scottie Pippen

I swear they're talkin' bout me cuz my eye keep twitchin'

But, I'm on the Percs and I can't stop itchin'

Bitch, my phone pop, and it won't stop clickin'

Won't stop trappin', won't stop rappin'

You can get em a lawyer, bet he won't stop rattin'

Big (?) I'm just waitin' on the action

Got me on scheme, and trees; Michael Jackson

You was showin' love, now you're hatin', what happened?

I'm guessin' it's love & war; Tamar Braxton

An ounce 13, 200 for an 8-Ball

And you keep talkin', you got bricks like the Great Wall

Lean 40 dollars an ounce, we knockin' grapes off

And my bitch bad as New-New wit her skates off

I can feel money, know it's right; Ray Charles

I just thank Allah I ain't stuck behind them State walls

Cash in my pocket, credit A1; steak sauce

Out her pitchin' white, never dreamed of playin' baseball

Bitch, I'm on my shit, same bitch I wanted to hit

Funny how the tables turn, crazy now she on my dick

I ain't respondin' to her text messages; call missed

I ain't where I wanna be, but I'm definitely in the mix

Tell life, write a check, tell Tone, write a script

I ain't smoke in 6 months but, I still feel high as shit

I tell em pocket full of citizens, stonewashed citizens

Cake, cake, cake; entenmanns

More money, more money, boosting my adrenaline

FN calm your gangsta right down, Ritalin

Fresh pair of wheats, 200 for my Timbalands

Hit it wit the water then I double up, Gremlins

Buy Noah 2 wheels, he won't need a bus pass

Private school him 8 years, he won't even cut class

Know the millions coming I can smell it on my mustache

The world is a bitch, when I fuck her, I'ma cum fast



[Talking: Chic Raw]

Quilly, what up lil bro? (What up nigga!)

CR! Young legends in this motherfucka

Huh!?



[Verse 2: Chic Raw]

Yeah, the difference is we ain't seein' through the same eyes

I'm like Carlito if he would of caught that train ride

Since age 5, elementary school yard hoopin'

Arcade, we street fightin', throwin' hadoukens

The mall stupid, buyin (?) wit the pencil pocket

Money thoughts, you know I kept em in my mental wallet

Don't mention college, barely made it through the 12th grade

Far as my vision, (?) what

I self-aid if ever wounded in that battlefield

That defense, that sour loud like Seattle field

You know the Seahawks, shallow water the deep parts

Consider me that textbook nigga that got the street smarts

Cheap talk, you better step up your game

White Rarri, red stripes like a peppermint cane

Black tears from a Raven, I feel death in my vein

So, I be leaving like Ray when he exit a game

H hittin' thats from Baltimore, sellin' brown like the Coffee store

Bag the dope, put it in rice on that apartment floor

I offer more and you're a regular nigga

So these bitches choosin' me and that's evident nigga

Evidents nigga, I'm guilty, I be fuckin' these hoes

Talkin' only for the night, don't stay in touch wit them tho

Touchin her toes, she spread it while I'm deep in them yams

Put the paper over pussy so I skeet when I can

3 grams, backwoods, nigga, now I'm fried

1 hand, 40 blam, flip you down upside

I arise, these niggas' got cement in their shoes

In the same sentence wit my name

You shouldn't mention wit dudes