Hard
No more conversation we said what we said
No need to continue something that’s dead
Drinking coronas smoking weed infused with diamonds
Moving on and moving up and the noose tightens
Didn’t matter the hand i was dealt I always held on to my card
Saw I was a wrong
Looked in the mirror and manned up took care of my kids
Look Back
They said the ****s hard
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