Mooga Malone - Stress N Hardtimes

So much shit goin on wit a nigga
Shit real man
Late nights and early mornings
I ain't sleepin right
Fast food and snacks
Nah I ain't eatin right
Gettin high countin racks
Glad to be alive
Life's a gamble
And niggas still roll the dice
Fully loaded automatic
And it's on my side
Servin on that late night
That's shit I don't like
But I need dis lil cash
To pay da gas and lights
Shit ain't been right
I'm jus tryna get it right
Called the plug
I need another one
Of em tonight
Slide thru and bless me
I know he gon shine
Fuck stress and the hardtimes
Just reminiscin kinda trippin
Off the wild times
Hittin silly ass licks
That coulda got me shot
(Lay it down nigga)
Careless mistakes
A nigga shoulda thought
Fast forward it to now
I'm my own boss
I move it all nigga
U haul
Had to walk to my serves
Nigga no car
It's really me no fraud
Lifestyle raw
Wit a gram and a half
In my raw cone
Stupid high in a deep zone
I can't wait to put my peeps on
Errbody eats
If I throw we all throw
And it all started wit a nick
At the corner sto
Now a nigga make plays
Like Mariotta
And hell yea I got Mary fo ya
Along wit whatever else
That's gon make some money
I did dat shit by myself
Nigga came from nothin
Nah I'm lyin
My cuz used to front me (whadup)
Helped me get on track
Now I got racks comin
Plus da raps comin
Told you niggas I was crack
Like et hard butter
But sometimes I wish
I woulda took the good route
Like my brother (Nez n King)
Ima hustla
So by any means hustle
Bubble over broke
Stack over spend
I'm on my get back
Dis is my money revenge (Get it Bac)
Been runnin in the same circle
For too many years
I gotta get it right
And I feel like
He tryna set me up
To save his life
Dis can't be life (Fuck Em)
My main nigga done changed
Nigga this can't be right (Fuck Em)
Kill or be killed
Nigga my big cousin was right
I'm high off da pill
But nah fo real nigga
I can't die tonight
Nigga ima grab
My chype nigga
And Ima go in
My granny said
I need to change my life
And get some new friends
Told Nee Nee
I'm jus tryna rock da mic
And get a few mill
Get us all out da hood
Fo real Fo real
I gotta story to tell
And it ain't nothin
Like him Or his
My granny writes poetry
And story books for lil kids
She raised us right
But her neighborhood
It made us deal
And stay strapped
Cuz deez niggaz kill
Man my granny raised us right
You know what I mean
Shiiiid
Jus the life a nigga chose
Nigga ain't glorifyin it or nothin
But shit
You gotta do what you gotta do
Stack ya change man
Get a plan
Get on out the way
Feel me
Mooga Malone man
Love me Or leave me alone

Written by:
Christopher Smith Jr

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