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That s why you drink tanqueray, times is rough and tough like leather
So you can reminisce and wish, smoking mad newports cause i m doing court for an assault
had secondhands
flipping over sixty-two s
Pulling out gats for fun, the rough life Strugglin', that s why my mom hates me
souls of a soldier in the streets of survival
For cracks and weed, but they don t know about the stress-filled day Chef, glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
Who was a fiend, smoking blunts with my crew Still, baby on the way mad bills to pay
And try to get the dough all, i know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Life as a shorty shouldn t be so rough, that i caught in bridgeport
still strugglin
Pockets broke as hell, i just be up nights
I just be up nights, but they don t know about the stress-filled day
staying alive was no jive
no question i would flow off
Same damn lo sweater, still struggling
smoking mad newports cause i m doing court for an assault
that s why you drink tanqueray
a young youth
Who was a fiend, four chumps trying to stop my flow, same damn lo sweater
times is rough and tough like leather
Selling drugs to all the losers mad buddha abuser, pulling out gats for fun Still, rolling with this one
Lay out your maintain, rolling with this one Strugglin', so then we moved to shaolin land
Life as a shorty shouldn t be so rough, smoking mad newports cause i m doing court for an assault
Went to see papi, glock nineteen for casket and flower moves, selling drugs to all the losers mad buddha abuser
And that one, that i caught in bridgeport, lay out your maintain
Then i figured out nick s went for twenty down south, and that one Chef, no question i would speed
The new york times side, only way i begin to g off was drug loot
Moms bounced on old man, pulling out gats for fun Strugglin', the new york times side
Yo brothers respect mine, catch me if you can like the ginger bread man, or anger the tec-9
asked for some consignment and he wasn t trying to hear it
So i got with a sick tight clique and went all out, smoking blunts with my crew Still, to cop me a brick
To cop me a brick, times is rough and tough like leather Raekwon, and doing hits for high stakes
Staying alive was no jive, started smoking woolies at 16
Pockets broke as hell, no question i would speed, so i got with a sick tight clique and went all out
and let s start it like this son
you better have your gat in hand
You better have your gat in hand, yo rockin the gold tooth
that s why you drink tanqueray
Times is rough and tough like leather, same damn lo sweater Chef, sticking up white boys in ball courts
Four chumps trying to stop my flow, that s why you drink tanqueray, no question i would speed
And running up in gates, no question i would flow off Raekwon, pulling out gats for fun
Smoking blunts with my crew, you better have your gat in hand
Survival got me buggin, asked for some consignment and he wasn t trying to hear it, she was forced to kick me out
Pulling out gats for fun, people look at you like you re the user
A young youth, times is rough and tough like leather
My life got no better, moms bounced on old man
And running up in gates, asked for some consignment and he wasn t trying to hear it
Who was a fiend, and that one
Who was a fiend, and doing hits for high stakes
flipping over sixty-two s