(Vicasso on another one)
(SephGotTheWaves)

Pull up Hellcat, I hope I passed all them demons
Money came with way more problems than I was thinkin'
Ice on me, hope I don't turn into anemic
Sleepin' in the hood but I was California dreamin'
Problems, more money, more problems, more guns
Every time that it's smoke, make sure we cloud up our lungs
More money, more problems, I still see blood on them dollars
Them haters motivate, we wouldn't be nothin' without 'em
Yeah, yeah, ha

New Givenchy
Coupe came in red, but I promise it's not Rucci Renni
Lil' Joe rob man, but tomorrow I'm goin' to see the dentist
Want smoke until we beat your block until it look like Emmett
Glass house the new ride, my haters gotta see me in it
Nigga probably still'll drop a dime with a handful of pennies
Popped shawty on a boat, but I promise it's a different ending

Who would've knew that dyin' was so easy?
Who would've knew that it's so hard to survive?
Who would've knew that dyin' is so easy?
Who would've knew that it's so hard alive?

I do drugs, even in my interviews
I been broken but they don't see my inner views
Broke inside, so I came outside with racks on me
My plug ain't say he was in a trap, so why he rat on me?
Ain't losing weight, but I walk 'round with this bag on me
Ain't doin' no ceilings, but I still

Pull up Hellcat, I hope I passed all them demons
Money came with way more problems than I was thinkin'
Ice on me, hope I don't turn into anemic
Sleepin' in the hood but I was California dreamin'
Problems, more money, more problems, more guns
Every time that it's smoke, make sure we cloud up our lungs
More money, more problems, I still see blood on them dollars
Them haters motivate, we wouldn't be nothin' without 'em

Who would've knew that dyin' was so easy?
Who would've knew that it's so hard to survive?
Who would've knew that dyin' is so easy?
Who would've knew that it's so hard alive? (Look)

Dyin' seem easy, ain't got a place to sleep
Ran out of luck, but never felt like it was chasing me
Late nights prayin', knees achin', I can't wait to see a blessing
But we up, them niggas hate to see it, why they wanna hate on me?
Pull up drop-top, don't even know the weather (it might rain)
Even if she the hottest in the hood, I still won't sweat her
You left me hangin' in the rain but it's whatever (but it's whatever)
They threw dirt on my name and you gave 'em the shovel, look
Ayy, livin' harder than it seems, and dyin' easier than it look
All of these bitches want a ring and most of 'em don't know how to cook
They ain't wanna see me make it, now I'm up, I got 'em shook
They won't believe the shit I been through, fuck a movie, this a book

Pull up Hellcat, I hope I passed all them demons
Money came with way more problems than I was thinkin'
Ice on me, hope I don't turn into anemic
Sleepin' in the hood but I was California dreamin'
Problems, more money, more problems, more guns
Every time that it's smoke, make sure we cloud up our lungs
More money, more problems, I still see blood on them dollars
Them haters motivate, we wouldn't be nothin' without 'em
Yeah, yeah, ha

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Joseph Boyden, Kobe Crawford, Victor Todd