MR. 3-2 - It's Rough lyrics

[talking]

Huh, it get rough sometime baby

Gotta make it over that hump though

You know I'm tal'n bout, shit

Ery'body feel that, can't frown on that note ha

It get strange and crazy sometimes, ha

[Mr. 3-2]

Shit I'm going through it, trying to deal with it

It's a must I go get it, cause my pockets is addicted

To Benjamin Franklins, I'm thinking of capers to pull

In this screwed up world, where the jail house full

Niggaz is locked in the game, with nowhere to turn to

Not even a high school diploma, so what will I do

Loved by few, and hated by many

Down on my luck, and nobody offer me a penny

Remember we sipped Henny, and blowed on doja

Fell off for a second, now nobody know ya

Gotta keep your composure, it's all work no play

Putting in my groundwork, to see a better day

Struggling we steady be hustling, to stay on feet

What else I'ma do, baby my family gotta eat

That's deep but that's life, raw and uncut

How it really go down, this world is corrupt

[Hook x2]

It's rough, ya can't give up and lay down

Had to what, had to raise up out them hard times

It get rough, believe me and could always love me

Situations get crucial, and man it get ugly

[Mr. 3-2]

Up's and down's, smiles and frowns

You got people peeping round, when you broke they can't be found

Out of sight out of mind, getting myself together

Writing boys off like letters, cause they change like the weather

Drastic measures I'm taking, when it come down to it

Attacking drama in the making, and run right through it

Pursue it quick fast, raising up from the bottom

Cause no matter who you are, everybody got problems

Don't let 'em get to ya, I know at points it's hectic

Just staying focused keep faith, and put your game in perspective

Feel my message, now take it for what it's worth

Coming straight from the heart, hitting it where it hurt

[Hook x2]

[Mr. 3-2]

I take the good with the bad, bad with the good

Cause you win some you lose some, keep that understood

If I could I would, everyday ain't for splurging

Hold on to what you got, stack knots and keep working

It's certain, that thangs always get greater later

Breaking bread with my folks, twerking my money maker

Fakers fall behind, and never catch back up

The real remain forever, ashes to the dust

It's hard but it's fair, it could always be worse

I keep G-O-D first, everyday I walk the earth

From the dirt we came, and to the dirt we return

When it's over and done, and this crooked world turns

[Hook x2]