Testo WHEN LIFE GETS RUFF - $NOT

WHEN LIFE GETS RUFF

When times get rough, you gotta watch over your shoulders
Your friends will fuck you over and your enemies will love you
My brother keep it real, keep the steel tucked
'Cause you know life ain't fair, it don't give a fuck
Nigga, fuck your pain and fuck what you cry about
Nigga, fuck your gang and fuck what you rap about
My windows not tinted, you can see me through the Beamer
Clutchin' on my heater, man, I wish a nigga creeped up

'Cause I know life ain't fair, it don't give a fuck
It will drop you in a second, nigga, get up
It's something 'bout these niggas, they won't ever sit with me
I'm drinkin'

Hennessy, thirty deep, forty deep
Niggas dead, rest in peace, put you on a shirt for merch
Piss up in your coffin while you layin' down in the church
Tough talk, I don't need to talk, I'ma keep it P
Glock cocked, put it in your head, watch your mouth bleed
Pop-pop, leave a fuckin' hole when you're dead asleep
The Porche came up off the lot and, nah, ain't cost a lot
These bitches broke as fuck and these niggas fuckin' talk a lot
I sawed off my hand, nigga, I ain't no fuckin' evidence
Grab the bitch by the neck, I shaked it with som enegligence
Dumb bitch, she only good for head, I ain't cuffin' shit
Dumb nigga, put you in the bag, dump you in the lake
Momma text your phone and told you, "Get back home, don't be late"
(Dumb bitch, your son's dead, come and pick him off the plate)
(Pick him off the ground, he at the park, it's fuckin' past 8)
Creep up in my Lamb' truck, paint like magenta
White girl, she off the fuckin' Hannah Montana
Cloud 9, bitch, I'm in the sky, I'm off the Delta
Rolex watch, diamond bezel in that shit like skeleton
Niggas soft, niggas pussy and they move so feminine
Smokin' gas, smokin' blunt, and my plug, he Mexican

When times get rough, you gotta watch over your shoulders
Your friends will fuck you over and your enemies will love you
My brother keep it real, keep the steel tucked
'Cause you know life ain't fair, it don't give a fuck
Nigga, fuck your pain and fuck what you cry about
Nigga, fuck your gang and fuck what you rap about
My windows not tinted, you can see me through the Beamer
Clutchin' on my heater, man, I wish a nigga creeped up