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letra de when life gets rough - jackboy

when life gets rough lyrics
[chorus]
pockets hurting so it’s hard to stay patient
that devil be working, got my loved ones hating
n0body got me like i got me, i promise i’m alright
when life get tough, i don’t back down, i continue with the fight
when life get tough, i don’t back down, i go pick up my guns
i don’t give a f-ck where these n-ggas be from, they ain’t coming how i’ma come
when life get rough, i appreciate that i came up out the slums
these n-ggas always complaining ’cause these n-ggas ain’t been through none

[verse 1]
these n-ggas always complaining ’cause these n-ggas ain’t been through sh-t
when life got tough, he started to cry, so i labelled him a b-tch
when life got tough, i grabbed my gun and i loaded up them sh-lls
all this ice on me, they can’t even tell that a n-gga had to go through h-ll
all this ice on my brand new ap, i can’t even tell the time
n-ggas hate, i’m having that motion, i’m always on go like it’s four stop signs
n-ggas hate, i’m having that motion, i’m always on go, i don’t stop at lights
all my n-ggas see is red, you could end up dead if i pay that price
all a n-gga see is red, got a beam to your head, bet it will not miss
when a n-gga seeing red, he good as dead, take him off the list
i’m not tryna fight with my fists, i’m ’bout to show him how this .40 kick
spin a n-gga block every day, i can show him how to send a blitz

[chorus]
pockets hurting so it’s hard to stay patient
that devil be working, got my loved ones hating
n0body got me like i got me, i promise i’m alright
when life get tough, i don’t back down, i continue with the fight
when life get tough, i don’t back down, i go pick up my guns
i don’t give a f-ck where these n-ggas be from, they ain’t coming how i’ma come
when life get rough, i appreciate that i came up out the slums
these n-ggas always complaining ’cause these n-ggas ain’t been through none
[verse 2]
these n-ggas always complaining, but a n-gga like me respect the struggle
i gotta thank god for all them hungry nights ’cause it taught me how to hustle
you can tell i’m in my duffle, got goyard everything, shop too fly
put a b-tch on a jet, let’s have rich s-x, tryna f-ck her in the sky
i put a b-tch n-gga on a stretcher he come f-cking with my guys
i’m not running with a .38 special, i got a chopper by my side
these n-ggas doing all that whining but they playing it like they real
tryna act like you a thug, that sh-t gon’ get your lil’ ass k!lled
everybody in the house get peeled, i don’t even much care who the f-ck that’s there
i’ma pull up and smoke all them lame f-ck n-ggas just like they square
i’ma smoke on him just like a cigarette
even as a jit, boy, i been a threat
since i was kid i was applying pressure
riding ’round the town with them real steppers

- jackboy

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