Hard Nights

[Verse 1]
Well, I'm a real nigga first and a true nigga second
When I leave this earth, I hope I die a legend
I'm a Muck City baby to the grave, what I'm reppin'
I woke up this morning, thankin' God for that blessing
And if your niggas real, well, my niggas realer
They got caught in them streets and they was forced to be a killer
When I get me a girl, I'ma treat her like a blessing
I found me a bitch, a nigga started second guessing
I be thinking and stressing, wishing I could help my mama
Without it hurting my pockets, but I'm steady finding drama
My mind be going places that I ain't ever been
I be praying every night, be repenting for my sins
When I was a lil' kid, I had a talk with the preacher
He said, "You praying to God, but only praying when you need Him"
Trials and tribulations, they gon' come through your path
You gotta add 'em up, divide 'em, and do the math, well

[Chorus]
I got this nine up on the side of me
I'm tryna figure out why would you lie to me?
A real nigga what you niggas try to be
You niggas changing every day, it ain't surprising me
I got this nine up on the side of me
I'm tryna figure out why would you lie to me?
A real nigga what you niggas try to be
You niggas changing every day, it ain't surprising me

[Interlude]
Ayy
Ayy, y'all boys hurry up and call AB, bruh
Man, call AB, bruh, that nigga gon' trip, bruh
Cuz just got killed, bruh, up the street, bruh
Fuck, man
Keep calling the man, bro, I don't care if he not answering, bro
Just keep calling, please call the man, bro
Bruh, that shit, bro, please call the man, bro
'Cause I know he gon' trip, I just know it
I just know it, bruh

[Verse 2]
They say I be sleep with the devil 'cause I'm on another level
Before you bury a nigga, let me please pick out my shovel
My friends say that I changed 'cause I don't really wanna hang
But if it's 'bout my dawg, I'll let that bitch bang
I look at shit so different, don't nothing seem the same
This ain't really my style, but a nigga tryna sing
If you really my friend, if you really my homie
You would never leave my side, you would never leave me lonely
Tired of losing a brother, tired of losing a friend
I want a great day, nigga, but the struggle always win
The last time, I swear to God, a nigga really cried
Robert got killed 'bout a bitch, dude was thirty-five
I be speaking that real, so fuck winning a Grammy
I remember that call, Meeka died with her granny
Bud say when I rap, I be talking to myself
Listerine on the mic, I can smell my own breath
Nigga looked at me funny, I said, "What you want, homie?"
In the strip club throwing money, thinking 'bout my homies
Tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
I swear I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired (Hey)