Must Be Hard ft. Double0 Lyrics

It must be hard tryna' save for some stu' time

Steady cappin' on them Pro Tools

It must be hard tryna' save for some stu' time

You really in the booth, steady cappin' on them Pro Tools (On them Pro Tools)

Must be hard that Nimbus Gang got medullas, and the rulers

Can you step six feet back, 'cuz I don't know you (No cap)

Steak and lobster with the partners, up at Nobu (We up at Nobu)

We been had Cartiers and BB on the snow shoes (On the snow shoes)

I'm way too hard, so little bitch I make my own rules

If you don't wanna get into it wit me, then call ya' old foo's (You should call 'em)

How you eating leftovers? That's some old food (That's some old food)

You a lil minor, so why you fucking on a old dude? (Said, why you do that?)

Heard Nimbus Gang is so popping, but that's some old news (Yeah)

It must be hard that your apartment full of Whole Foods

You ain't doing no real rollback, that's a automatic (That's a automatic)

T-shirt plain, but no way Vlone on my jacket (On my back)

Must be the guap, maybe the chop kinda got me sagging (Got me saggin')

Said how you dreaming overnight, still tryna make shit happen?

I aint tryna go back to jail, don't put me in that bracket

I been really running up the creds', stick talk all the Madden (No cap)

It must be hard being broke, with no money to manage

it must be hard knowing that prezzy could never be damaged

Shh, damn, it really must be hard (Yeah)

You ain't gotta whip, you gotta walk, that's sum' I'd never want (I'd never want that)

I'd never wanna be without at least a four car garage

Just pass the cup 'cuz Prezzy really want the Wockhardt

Fell in love with this forty-five (Hey)

Bitch ain't that bad, that hoe borderline

Why you thinking boutta' bag? Shit, I found mine

Smoking "Dro," on the low, I'm on cloud nine

Killer, but I been blessed, never been falsified

Really big step, you smoke fet', niggas more than high

It must be hard you not about it, nigga fall back

Niggas mad about a bitch that never call back

I might smack a pussy nigga, be on TMZ (Yeah)

Hoes, they wanna be with me, like what you see in me? (What)

New fits, new crib, this the BNB

Freak bitch, head game, been on TNT

And anytime I'm steppin' in, this the party now

How this nigga spill the drink? But this the party foul

I might pull up on the squad and this the PVP

My life a movie, I might put it out on DVD

It must be hard tryna' save for some stu' time

You really in the booth, steady cappin' on them Pro Tools (On them Pro Tools)

Must be hard that Nimbus Gang got medullas, and the rulers

Can you step six feet back, 'cuz I don't know you (No cap)

Steak and lobster with the partners, up at Nobu (We up at Nobu)

We been had Cartiers and BB on the snow shoes (On the snow shoes)

I'm way too hard, so little bitch I make my own rules

If you don't wanna get into it wit me, then call ya' old foo's (You should call 'em)