Bobby Blaake - Hard-Knock Life

(S-s-s-saucy you did it again)
(ESSBY too turnt up)
Bitch, I've been getting money, straight to the racks (Racks)
Ten toes down walk down your block, uh, on with a mask (Mask)
Keep on protection, I can't make it out, if I munch dirt on the ground
Turn that smile upside down, nigga you a whole clown
I been tryna reach goals, meet dreams, stay on top of my class
But nobody ever heard of me, uh, when they hear bobby they laugh
This ain't exhibition, this is oblivion (Oblivion)
Nigga talk hard to his bitch wearing letterman
No streams are higher than mine you ain't better man
If you talk shit on my gang you ain't helping then
Bring in the cash (Come here, nigga)
Bring it straight to my face
Nigga tie up your lace, turn back the dial, please lock up my safe (My safe)
I'm quick to replace, act right in my space
I'm used to the hate, your game ain't unique, better pick up the pace
I did a whole race, you stealing my flow, you ain't pick up the game (Nah-ah)
God told me all these niggas won't change
If you fight yourself, you're winning the game (Uh-huh)
I gotta pay, a whole lot of bills, put food on my mommas whole plate
While study in school, fulfil all these rules
Get bitched at all day for some shit I cant disclose
Pockets so flat, I cannot pay for my own damn stu time, my niggas got that
Did I pitch in when it was our due time, I cannot prove that
No gas money, no lunch money
Paid all for me, paid all for me
Huh, I guess that's how a family supposed to be
They pick it up for me, that's so convenient
Gotta make it out for them, that's all I'm hearing
Never turn back on the shit I say (Huh)
That's a new motto, you hear me drake
Punch in on the track, to Re-ventilate
Bitch I'm in it, ima carry my squad
Stop, We don't do it alone
That's where you lost
I ain't bringing them with me, they're coming in with me (Uh-huh)
All my niggas make it to the top cause they want it
Big niggas out here drip out the faucet
Voss niggas stack it up ima call it
Big tens, big steppas I'm on it
Saint Laurent jacket to flex when I'm offset
Say I woo walk, break my foot, now I'm crippin
He shot a shot at my nigga bitch, now he be limping
Told his mom, her baby boy got enlisted (Uh-huh)
You can't show love to a bitch or you simping (Simp)
Piece by piece ima puzzle together all the dreams
I had that got mixed in the blender (Grraahh-grraaahh)
I can't waver now, I got the heart
A star in the sky, you can't shoot after dark
lurk in the shadows, I swim with the sharks
I'm a jack of all trades, representing one card
Ima keep writing
Keep fighting (Keep fighting)
Keep striving (Keep striving)
Who am I to talk, if I can try? (Can try)
Saying it's hard but you glad you ain't die (You ain't die)
You got a brain use it right while you alive
Talent is rich, but working hard is pure
I run this bitch, I told you peep the curve
I told a story, let all the bars reload
Cock that hoe back, write it all on the note
I got the Duffy, now stack it till it's full
We chasing our dreams, but we get ridiculed
Its 4am right now, puff out the chooch (Puff out the chooch)
Break off the stream, I'm nauseous as hell
Keep on rapping till my voice becomes frail
They think I don't work but I work everyday
Notice my art, all the shit that I say
I ain't afraid of change, that's how you make it
Unleash your emotions to show that you want it
I ain't a rapper, this point on a poet
Post on your socials, slash Bobby Blake wrote it
He twisting the knob, cause he wanna get in
Our egos levelled, so he wouldn't fit in
Bring in the cash, come here
Bring it straight to my face
Nigga tie up your lace, I'm quick to replace
They hate on my music, they're quick to relate
It's up to my family, got my bro and me (My bro and me)
My father hating, not how it's supposed to be
If these bitches keep hating, then how a nigga feel
When my dawg call me with awful news to tell
I keep working everyday (Uh-huh) enclosing my time, no time for a bae
If shit gets lonely, it's to Siri I say (I say)
I wanna give in, then I get reminded (Reminded)
fans keep on screaming how you not get signed yet (Get signed yet)
listen to music, re-work my craft, write down the shit I never did have
I Show plastic emotions, make it make sense
you got a sharingan you can break in
Temper built up, switch the knob to elim (Elim)
I looked up to you niggas, but you wanna hate
Got your own food but wan grab off my plate
If you didn't cry, then how you relate
If you didn't fail, then how would you hate
Many men drop out, the class gon refill again
Many men pop out the cut but won't show again
when we did lock up, they knocking out hard for bread
Hard knock life, nigga
Pop out the cut, drop the doof doof, gimme the ruger (Grrraaahhh)
I'm in it to win it, these niggas is finished, I'll rip you like Kruger (Grrraahhh)
I had a feature, I went too reckless, this shit a heater (Uh)

Written by:
Robert Blake

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