[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 e