[Intro]
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin'

[Verse 1]
You can catch me at the Ford like 150
Hit my line for a ticket
Drop a Lexus off at Lizzy?
Ask me when I'm graduating, I said 2016
First n***as in this city fighting, wearing skinny's
So all that talkin' 'bout my dress & shit does not offend me
TT 'bout to have a fucking brawl at JC Penny
I keep remindin' them like come on, man, we have an image
I keep remindin' them, my n***as, that we stars now
We can't keep talkin' 'bout no business front of broads now
From the second, whores call me Santa Claus now
'Cause they got me takin' pictures in the mall now
& they always hit my line for a interview
The only difference is they do not want a job now
But I'm on the bag
Your house had a trampoline, man, it wasn't that bad
My mom said, "Get off the lean, man, you looking back"
You would've did it when you seen 'em, man, ?
Ralph Lauren got my boxers got me wanna sag
I cringe when she call me daddy don't call me that
I touch down on a n***a like a quarterback
They run down on a n***a, they can't get him back
They run down on a n***a, now it's tit-for-tat
Sundown when they said that they were doin' that
Gun sounds in the hood, a reoccurring act
Now you wonder why fucking hanging onto that
(Chorus)
It's so hard
Brother, please
Please, stay out the way
Livin' in the 4-0-9
Tryna make 'til you're twenty-five
N***a, it's so hard
These hoes will set you up
& these n***as will wet you up
They wanna take your life
Tryna make 'til you're twenty-five
N***a, it's so hard