Lyrics

Ruff and tough times
Producer: Trapp Free
Lyrics: jswift , cbo, Trapp

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A we done be through some ruff and tuff times mamma shed tears homeboys lost lives
hard losess led to long roads and ruff rydes niggas doin bids for murder homicide dope boys get knock the feds take there whole lives close caskets leaves dead bodies and close eyes if I die could I image the look on my mamma eye I gotta reason on dis earth and I no why



First verse
pop died tears was shed but dat nigga left us straight and now our mouths was fed so growing up fast wasnt miles ahead a lil nigga tryna to nickel pick and get some bread momma cried many nights I seen her drop her head now real money spent and we aint got no bread plus the gas done went up now im straight strugglin daz done got hit in the stomach now im straight buggin so now its back to wearing t?s and fatigues rolling up trees and baggin up weed I guess slow paper is better than no paper so im gone stay in dat mind frame and make mo paper I no my purpose in life is more than my drean I no my purpose in life is more than it seem so if I could take back what I did I would n?t neva aborted my kid

Second verse
man damn life for me just aint da same it?s a struggle out here hustlin tryin to survive in the game and dis world is gone get colder so put yo head on my shoulder cuz we gone make it through dese tough times just like I told u and if I was to die tommorrow don?t feel no sorrow long as you here I no its gone be a better day tommorrow cuz back then when my granny past I was out here on some crazy shit look at me funny and Ill probaly blast wasnt nothin to rob a nigga in the street kept beef follow niggas home find out where they eat where they sleep I kept a 45 under my seat till I start expericing other trouble like the police but I put all dat behind out they I chevyville wit dixie boys getten money ballen is where u find me I just be chillen blown on dis good dank fuck how u feel and fuck what u think.

Third verse
my feet firm head down but my back to the wall im teary eyed lookin thru the cloud like fuck all yall why my dogs had to go to jail 25 and ten the judge hit em up nigga no bail but my niggas aint gone tell doe we don?t talk to five o? you snitch then what da hell u live fo .. Money makin stackin up my bacon drinik gin bottle is the only way we make it .. We stressed out so we smoke like jamacians we things go wrong I guess we blame it on satan ....the same cats dat u dappen they be haten laughin in yo face but dem niggas really fakin niggas shady and they wanna point the fault its mob hell thats what I thought people change bootsie aint neva lied its gmb to the death we gone ride