TwoCup - Been a Hard Day (feat. TDT)

Trappin' hard, stayin' up late, it's been a hard day, broad day
Stackin' Benjis all day, fuck the world, it's our way
They dealt me shitty hands, but they won't stay
Part of God's plan, so I'm gon' pray
Trappin' hard, stayin' up late, it's been a hard day, broad day
Stackin' Benjis all day, fuck the world, it's our way
They dealt me shitty hands, but they won't stay
Part of God's plan, so I'm gon' pray
Bein' in the trap all day, serving packs all day
If the weed don't sell for me, oh well, it's back to the yae
Remember back in the day, I was back in the cage
But I still got a dream I still can't see, cause it's stacks in the way
Just gotta call, said packs on the way
And count the money up, don't trap on the face
Tryna get you a piece, tryna give me a plate
Now I'm posted up with a Mac on my waist
Through the east to the flat and the hill to the west
Gotta check every block, can't let nothin' pass
Got most of the crack and the pills to the rest
I'm catching every play, tryna get to the cash
Bout to lock down the hood, never mind what they move
When the business is good, and the business boom
No time to slow down, you better keep up
You can do without, but this world need thugs
Trappin' hard, workin' late, look it's been a hard day
I'll stay on the grind, hotels in the hallways
Fuck the judge, prosecutor, lock us up but won't break
Don't worry bout my wrist, you just make sure that it all weigh
Trappin' hard, stayin' up late, it's been a hard day
Broad day, stackin' Benjis all day
Fuck the world, it's our way
They dealt me shitty hands, but they won't stay
Part of God's plan, so I'm gon' pray
Trappin' hard, stayin' up late, it's been a hard day
Broad day, stackin' Benjis all day
Fuck the world, it's our way
They dealt me shitty hands, but they won't stay
Part of God's plan, so I'm gon' pray
Been in the streets all day, my diamonds igloo
It's like water on me, I'm okay, it's all about face card
Bitch, I don't wait at a take charge
They call the game, but I'm still here
Throwin' three ponies, I'm still clear
I ball in your car like a mellow
Stay in the track, I'm rockin' my elbow
Cut him off like a snake in the grass
Bitch, I don't play in the past
Perseverin' with my foot on the gas
Blood in my hands, bitch, I don't pass
4G, will ya, I'm smokin' on gas
Fuck on the pain, it won't last
Like a canvas, I ain't paint on glass
Fuck it all, workin', shatter the past
Make a 500 a bag, be 30 a month
You do the math, I cannot cap
Thinkin' of mad demons in the back of my bag
Take them out like straight out the map
Moppin' the floor, you bitches got wet
Stare at Stanford, but you hang with a rat
What do you call that
Smokin' on gas while we fall back
If you stun on my name, I want all that
TTT, I'm on that
Trappin' hard, workin' late
Bitch, it's been a hard day
I'll stay and share your package all day
They touchin' down, no complaint like always
We're smokin' loud, gassin' out the hallways
Trippin' where we gon' stay, we gon' stay
Trappin' hard, stayin' up late
It's been a hard day, broad day
Stackin' benjis all day
Fuck the world, it's always
They dealt me shitty hands
but they won't stay
It's part of God's plans
so I'm gon' pray
Trappin' hard, stayin' up late
It's been a hard day, broad day
Stackin' benjis all day
Fuck the world, it's always
They dealt me shitty hands
but they won't stay
It's part of God's plans
so I'm gon' pray

Written by:
Robert Millwood, Thayland Parks

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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