Soundtracks - You Ain’t Hard lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Chorus] Can you forgive me for my sins? (Yeah) I shot a lot of ni**as, not pretend (Not pretend) I don't fake ni**as, I don't need friends (I don't need friends) I shoot a pussy ni**a at the fu*kin' end (At the fu*kin' end) End of the gun lyin' a b*tch ni**a (It's a b*tch ni**a) At the end of that trigger is a rich ni**a (Yeah, I'm up now) Don't show no love, got a cold heart (Got that cold heart) Shoot you in your face, I show you you ain't hard (You ain't hard, ni**a) [Verse 1] I heard a lotta ni**as say that they up, huh? (They up) You know Slimeball, he don't give a fu*k, yeah (Know Slimeball, he don't give a fu*k) I be up in my fu*kin' own lane (I be up in my own lane) You come up in my lane, I put you in the dummy lane (Dummy lanе) Crash dummy (Yeah, uh-huh) Crash ni**as, uh I got young ni**as that pull up, they'll smash, ni**a (Smash) You got ten thousand to your namе, that ain't no money, ni**a (That ain't no money, ni**a) I put two thousand on your head, my shooters comin', ni**a (My shooters comin', ni**a) They love money, ni**a, youngin love dumpin', ni**a (Uh-huh) That young ni**a, they got that high fever (High fever) Got that fever on this side, better believe, bruh (Better believe, bruh) Got that gun on his side, he gon' squeeze, bruh (He gon' squeeze, bruh) How a ni**a duck and hide when he see us (When he see us, pussies, uh-huh) They don't wanna be bruh (Nah) When it come to money, man, I know that they don't see us (They don't wanna see us) We gettin' to money, dawg, these ni**as don't wanna be broke (They don't wanna be broke) They don't wanna be broke (Uh-uh) Y'all ni**as better believe, bruh (Better believe, bruh) Them ni**as killin' sh*t, yeah, over here, ni**a (Over here, ni**a) East Atlanta, you know we don't have no fear, ni**a (The six) Nothin' but rich ni**as 'round here, we'll get your ass killed, ni**a (Yeah) Uh-huh (Shh, uh-huh) [Chorus] Can you forgive me for my sins? (Yeah) I shot a lot of ni**as, not pretend (Not pretend) I don't fake ni**as, I don't need friends (I don't need friends) I shoot a pussy ni**a at the fu*kin' end (Pussy) End of the gun lyin' a b*tch ni**a (It's a b*tch ni**a) At the end of that trigger is a rich ni**a (Yeah, I'm up now) Don't show no love, got a cold heart (Got that cold heart) Shoot you in your face, I show you you ain't hard (You ain't hard) [Verse 2] We don't do that fake rap sh*t, real trap sh*t (Yeah) We don't do that fake beef sh*t, we make sh*t happen (We make sh*t happen) ni**as gettin' really wrapped up, no rap sh*t (No rap sh*t) 'Round here, you better tote the gun, ni**a, clap sh*t (ni**a, clap sh*t) Young ni**a seventeen, Glock 19 (Young ni**a) And it got a red beam and he got that red bandana 'round his head Murder always on his mind And he bangin' two guns, murder all the time (Murder) Smoke somethin' (Smoke somethin') Young ni**a, roll up (Young ni**a, roll up) On the block where they post up (Block where they post up) J out here geekin', doin' a hold-up, uh-huh (Doin' a hold-up, hold-up) Tell your b*tch to hold up (Hold up) I'm gettin' some money right now, b*tch, I don't wanna fu*k (I don't wanna fu*k) Catch me later on that Perc', I be geeked up (Geekin') Out my mind, yeah, b*tch, I'ma beat you up, (Beat you up, yeah) Bring a freak to the spot, you can eat her up (You can eat her up), uh-huh Hoes do what you do when you tell 'em to 'cause you're up Ooh, that what's up (That's what's up) Found out when I got that money when I got up (I got up) [Chorus] Can you forgive me for my sins? (Yeah) I shot a lot of ni**as, not pretend (Yeah) I don't fake ni**as, I don't need friends (I don't need friends) I shoot a pussy ni**a at the fu*kin' end (Pussy) End of the gun lyin' a b*tch ni**a (It's a b*tch ni**a) At the end of that trigger is a rich ni**a (I'm up now) Don't show no love, got a cold heart (Got that cold heart) Shoot you in your face, I show you you ain't hard (You ain't hard) [Outro] Haha Knock that clip in with the bread