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[Benzino]:
Now we gon burn this right here
Ay yo dim the lights down
yeah yeah
we gon let the track talk to em


Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm shit
you'd think I had the world in my palm
surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
still ain't all peaches and cream
cause it's hard being a rich man specially when you black
no margin for error no room for slack
cops stay on your back
lyin tryin to convict me
they wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60's
and it

Makes you wanna holla
to the top of my lungs but the weed smoke's blockin my lungs
watchin my son
I know this game is mean don't let him go where I've gone
see what I've seen takin puffs off the green
keep my mind off this bullshit
it's like a mental tug of war
with every bullshit I got a keep a full clip
you niggas don't understand
I'm only human I'm just like you damn

[Chorus]:
Makes you wanna holla
cause it's hard sometimes on the grind
when you're tryin to get them dollars man and
Prayin for tomorrow
but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done
It makes you wanna holla
cause it's hard sometimes on the grind
when you're tryin to get them dollars man
Prayin for tomorrow
but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done


[Benzino]:
Livin swimmin in bucks big boy trucks
sometimes I feel like givin it up
drop top chrome pipes damn what a life
I'd trade it all just to sleep some nights
it's hard bein a gangsta
specially when you get the D.A. still buildin a case
everywhere you turn cameras all up in your face
I.R.S. audit your papes trying to take your estate
and your man's on the stand raisin his right hand
cause you swear to tell the truth I bet you do
and it

Makes you wanna holla
cause when you got dollars every chick wanna holla
claimin they swallow
need the so-called cats you knew from way back
suddenly they your cousin wanna run with the pack
he your man long as you givin him stacks
but let you get fucked and need a buck
he ain't callin you back
now what type of shit is that

[Chorus]
[Benzino]:   Now we gon burn this right here   Ay yo dim the lights down   yeah yeah   we gon let the track talk to em         Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm shit   you'd think I had the world in my palm   surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.   still ain't all peaches and cream   cause it's hard being a rich man specially when you black   no margin for error no room for slack   cops stay on your back    lyin tryin to convict me   they wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60's   and it       Makes you wanna holla   to the top of my lungs but the weed smoke's blockin my lungs   watchin my son   I know this game is mean don't let him go where I've gone   see what I've seen takin puffs off the green   keep my mind off this bullshit   it's like a mental tug of war   with every bullshit I got a keep a full clip   you niggas don't understand   I'm only human I'm just like you damn      [Chorus]:   Makes you wanna holla   cause it's hard sometimes on the grind   when you're tryin to get them dollars man and   Prayin for tomorrow   but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done   It makes you wanna holla   cause it's hard sometimes on the grind    when you're tryin to get them dollars man   Prayin for tomorrow   but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done         [Benzino]:   Livin swimmin in bucks big boy trucks   sometimes I feel like givin it up   drop top chrome pipes damn what a life   I'd trade it all just to sleep some nights   it's hard bein a gangsta   specially when you get the D.A. still buildin a case   everywhere you turn cameras all up in your face   I.R.S. audit your papes trying to take your estate   and your man's on the stand raisin his right hand   cause you swear to tell the truth I bet you do   and it      Makes you wanna holla   cause when you got dollars every chick wanna holla   claimin they swallow   need the so-called cats you knew from way back   suddenly they your cousin wanna run with the pack   he your man long as you givin him stacks   but let you get fucked and need a buck   he ain't callin you back   now what type of shit is that      [Chorus]