Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive

Lyrics

[Intro] So many niggas get fucked up in the game See that's where they get caught out there in that word "Game" 'Cause it's not no fuckin' game [Verse 1] When you hear shells coming at cha Hot Ones from a shotgun, I bet a nigga runs faster Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster Think about that casket, you don't wanna be in that shit Quick to take his consignment you taking every bodies package Money over Bitches was the law you practice So you act as if money was no object Spinnin' 5 zues trips for your whole projects EPCOT Center, renters for ya bitches, Rolllies for dogs Now he in the morgue, slayed by his bitches Everyday I reminiscing how he was living Having fun 'cause any day could have led to prison Not for a short bid, 'cause if the Feds ever caught kid It be like 25 years conspiracy Another 25 for RICO snatching up him and his people He had his Jeep bulletproof with silencers on the Desert Eagle Flipping bricks in Gary, Indiana He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer Only trusted two things; his trigger and his hammer Used to be a bum till he had a six month run Had a lawsuit, thirty G's, the case was won Met with Mexican Hoya, cop boya Bought a barbershop, named it after seed Shaday There where they found his body In a barber chair face down, bullets in his chest Sliced apart from the waist down Planned to sell his shop, stick Hoya for everything he got Take jewels and his pies Fill his shoes with cement to drop his body in the tides But Hoya was wise Even when he ain't around, he got ears and eyes Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive [Chorus] Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck her 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck her 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive [Verse 2] Coke head Saundra, she grew up in Gowanus Her man was large and Saundra was his baby mama Stayed in drama, fighting with hood rats that he was fucking No job, all day she did nothing They son was 7 years old, she really wasn't wifey First, she would transport blow overnight for a G He paid upfront, they laid up once She got pregnant, she wouldn't dead it She had a boy, named her son Infinite after his father who did dirt She didn't know disaster would follow Capsules and bottles of crack in the back of his Mazda He let her drive while he drove the Burgundy 5 He often talked about how he wants to murder these guys From off of Bourbon Street, had mad workin' the street Lifestyle richest nigga, far from how he use to be Never thought he'd rock diamonds, never took weakness for kindness That's how he gradually grew Did a Favor for a favor, now the nigga in with the crew And now he live major house in Dix Hills next to Brook Shields With the cook and the maid, shit was real Saved his first bill made in his bodega Good Luck playa sign on the paper taped to the window Escaped from a would be kidnap and slept Thought niggas feared his rep until he got wet Would had the world in his hands, his girl did a scam The owners rich is boning niggas to get rid of her man Welcome to The Game, baby [Chorus] Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck her 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck her 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive... The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive... The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...