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dke author - hard nights lyrics

[verse 1]
well, i’m a real n_gga first and a true n_gga 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 n_ggas real, well, my n_ggas realer
they got caught in them streets and they was forced to be a k!ller
when i get me a girl, i’ma treat her like a blessing
i found me a b_tch, a n_gga 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 n_gga what you n_ggas try to be
you n_ggas 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 n_gga what you n_ggas try to be
you n_ggas 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 n_gga gon’ trip, bruh
cuz just got k!lled, bruh, up the street, bruh
f_ck, 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 sh_t, 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 n_gga, 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 b_tch bang
i look at sh_t so different, don’t nothing seem the same
this ain’t really my style, but a n_gga 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, n_gga, but the struggle always win
the last time, i swear to god, a n_gga really cried
robert got k!lled ’bout a b_tch, dude was thirty_five
i be speaking that real, so f_ck 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
n_gga 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)

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