Lifes Hard ft. Malachi Lyrics

Uh Mr. Worldwide

Lifes hard but I'm steady going harder

Lifes hard but I'm steady going harder

When you down know you gotta move smarter

I'm goin' crazy and I put that on my momma

Keep that fake shit, I don't want no drama

I know they mad cause I went and got these commas

All these blues in my pockets came from nada

All these clothes on my body is designer

I've been lookin' for the one it's hard to find her

Life's hard but I'm steady goin' harder

Hope this money don't turn me to a monster

Every day I'm tryna stack this money longer

Married to the music but I coulda been a baller

Standing on my money make me six feet taller

I might get her number and just never ever call her

I keep it on me just in case we get caught up

I told my brother in these streets keep your guard up

Baby when you by my side it make me calm down

I look up above my head and see a dark cloud

And I can't even lie, I been really feelin' down

I know they gon' only love you when you in the ground

They can't keep up with the speed, I be switchin' all the gears

I be movin' with my soldiers, they don't ever show no fear

I need somethin' on my wrist that look just like a chandelier

And my life still gettin' harder, but at least I made it here

Lifes hard but I'm steady going harder

When you down know you gotta move smarter

I'm goin' crazy and I put that on my momma

Keep that fake shit, I don't want no drama

I know they mad cause I went and got these commas

All these blues in my pockets came from nada

All these clothes on my body is designer

I've been lookin' for the one it's hard to find her

Uh, and I don't want no love (want no love)

Baby I belong to them trenches, I'm a thug (I'm a thug)

I spend too much time tryin' to get it out the mud

I'm a trench kid, yeah I really run it up (run it up)

Uh, I made a hundred on the block (on the block)

Yeah, I used to be runnin' from them cops

Yeah I know that they be hatin', I can't let 'em take my spot

So much Louis on my body it ain't nothin' left to cop

She on my dick cause she know I get the guap

Her ex nigga lame, had to take that nigga's spot

She like my VVS, she like how I talk (she like how I talk)

She know she bad, so she get Saint Laurent

Thousands on thousands I get 'em so fast (so fast)

Mr. Worldwide put myself on the map (on the map)

Cause nobody helped me, got this on my own (on my own)

I be too focused, I'm stuck in my zone (stuck in my zone)

Lifes hard but I'm steady going harder

When you down know you gotta move smarter

I'm goin' crazy and I put that on my momma

Keep that fake shit, I don't want no drama

I know they mad cause I went and got these commas

All these blues in my pockets came from nada

All these clothes on my body is designer

I've been lookin' for the one it's hard to find her

Keep that fake shit, I don't want no drama

Hope this money don't turn me to a monster

All these clothes on my body is designer

I've been lookin' for the one it's hard to find her