Lyrics

Yeah The struggle? Haha you trying to tell me? About the struggle? C'mon my nigga you cannot be serious homie I know all too well, you know? You gotta do what you gotta do You know? [Chorus: Sevin] Nigga it's hard out here Enough to turn the lame to a killa For the fame and the scrilla You could starve out here I've got wealth on my mind Ready to put myself on the line We go hard out here It's a crime zone in every time zone My nigga so grind on Yeah, on my mama You gotta do what you feel you gotta do [Verse 1: Sevin] Ay, ay Ay look homie I ain't came for the book Lonely The cheese bread and the lettuce is good fo' me In the wood bromies Out of state with a jug on me And they would hate but now it's too late To look for me I'm out now I'm south bound to this cow town My rellies said they're out here eatin' I'm ready to chow down Put all ten toes on the foul ground They been knowin' the west coast is ferocious Since "Bow Down" What's the deal I'm fo' shill I'm still on the grind Yes honey fresh money still on the mind They be hatering Laser beams still on the nine If it's a mill on the line Then I am willon' to sign So cash in Or end up in a trash bin When the masked men Dress up like the Task and then crash in It's too late to dash then Father forgive us for our greed Cuz we certainly have sinned [Chorus: Sevin] Nigga it's hard out here Enough to turn the lame to a killa For the fame and the scrilla You could starve out here I've got wealth on my mind Ready to put myself on the line We go hard out here It's a crime zone in every time zone My nigga so grind on Yeah, on my mama You gotta do what you feel you gotta do [Verse 2: Sevin] Yeah Yeah yeah Sacramento P.D. wants me fed to the furnace For trying to get my family to flourish They don't care if i'm nourished Sittin' in a chair in the service Sayin' a prayer for the courage Just to bear and endure this Heaven and the cross Am I good enough Lord Never been soft so we cook it up hard Hit the Boul-e-ah-vard No lie We could have you so high You be puttin' up stars They got me jaded for the way a nigga made it Every day we got paid crack babies was created But they discriminated when we fillin' out apps So we premeditated when we peelin' out straps Daily on the creep mane it's crazy on the street Snatch a bundle of yo bling And the McGrady's off yo feet Ain't nothin' sweet I'll put a 380 to ya cheek And get shady for the meek Nigga my baby's gonna eat [Chorus: Sevin] Nigga it's hard out here Enough to turn the lame to a killa For the fame and the scrilla You could starve out here I've got wealth on my mind Ready to put myself on the line We go hard out here It's a crime zone in every time zone My nigga so grind on Yeah, on my mama You gotta do what you feel you gotta do [Verse 3: Sevin] Yeah Yeah yeah I'm toiling with pride blood boiling inside 45 on my side fresh oil in the slide I'm jackin' em for the cola they provide The game's a dirty journey Gotta touch some soil on the ride Currently the currency's creating a current That niggas drown in Submerged in the water of foul sin Mo' money mo' power Mo' guns and mo' powder Niggas hustle and two lines Will be bustin' on known cowards Welcome to all out guerrila warfare For the scrilla we killas with no fear Aw yeah Tip a cold beer And the picture is so clear Weekend I'm seekin' peace So I'm speakin' the Lord's Prayer If ya got it they extort ya If ya poor they abort ya There is no escape from the torment and torture These are wicked times but you see I'm gettin' mine Spittin' lines One blessin' away from committing crime [Chorus: Sevin] Nigga it's hard out here Enough to turn the lame to a killa For the fame and the scrilla You could starve out here I've got wealth on my mind Ready to put myself on the line We go hard out here It's a crime zone in every time zone My nigga so grind on Yeah, on my mama You gotta do what you feel you gotta do You gotta do what you feel you gotta do