Jay Rock - It Ain't Hard 2 Tell lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] It ain't hard to tell that I live in hell Sin City watch city gotta get your mail How I sleep when I die that's real There's only two ways out: living under the dirt or life in the cell I'm still on the block tryna make me a sell That's how it is homie, when you up in your sh** Get locked up, your friends might hook on your b**h Its f** a ho, that's why I'm on my chips To live and die broke, it's some embarra**ing sh** That's why I'm hooking a block, f** hooking a chick When the wars on, I'm bustin' em clips sh** I'm just trying to stack paper Blowing big weed, I'm high like a skyscraper L.A n***a in a New York state of mind When I rhyme verses like Cool J back in '85, I'm hot lava Gold d's on my low rider 4'5 so original like a no timer 2 pistols, one llama In the back of the trunk like who want drama? nobody Sitting back I got this, a project profit I could predict when my goons ready to pop sh** When the [?] are low We're on the [?] blow Summer time, in Cali homie all we do is snow Counting dollars, til our hands getting [?] Won't stop hustling til the judge bang the gaval Prayin' for the better days Sit in the club celebrate Pop bottles, with top models back on the interstate Traffic [?] homie we trying to get it Then we back in the kitchen whipping like a chemist Got me acting a fool in dinner time Life is like a racing track trying to get to the finish line [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Slaughter pigs like farmer John My style got its own ambience You feel my presence? live life like everyday cla** in session Learn something after 187 we burn some For real kid, our uncle doing a 13 year bid I pray to god he don't come out how he went in Gets ill, these streets got me packing a 9 mill My mind stay black, either k** or be k**ed It's real in the battlefield son Last week shawty do wop he at the ooh wop he said he ready to k** some I said shawty chill, you ain't ready for that type of drama Plus karma for real He shook his head, horizontal He said he was out on consignment some dudes on the block tried to rob em Try? what you mean? He said they tried until I reached in to the pocket of my jeans I k**ed 2, but one got away which is bad news, because the hood didn't even cover my whole face And I know he be back, but before he do that I bring it to him first on the porch where he live at Damn shawty I can't knock you, its survival of the fittest With that said do what you got to I shook his hand, then I walked away, then reality took a toll on me Should of never gave him that .38 Looking at the ceiling in my bedroom Then the phone rang, hey K Dot turn on the news They didn't even say his name But I knew it was [?] when it said another 7 grader was slayed It ain't hard to tell