Hardship Deduction - Tha God Fahim

It’s the motherfucking god, y’all

Y’know who it is

Got something for y’all niggas, man

You know what I’m saying

Y’know I stay cooking, baby

You know me, man

Never fucking put that pen down, man

They say I’m off topic

They say I don’t come in peace like other prophets

They say I’m not stopping

'Cause life was never an option

They say I should stop talking

They say the truth is best untold

I never saw kid, days is cold

I say the truth will set you free, and console

They say my flow is getting old

I say my story was never told

I was told to never fold

They say one plus one is two

I say one plus one is three

That’s the after effects of that girl and me

They say it costs to be free

I say it’s hard being me

I say it’s hard to have to disagree

I say it’s hard to face the penalty

I say it’s hard to make it to a key

I say it’s hard for a G

I say it’s hard when every day you being profiled by police

I say it’s hard to make it on the streets

I say it’s hard for my brothers on the east

I say it’s hard getting on the beat

I say it’s hard staying from the heat

I say it’s hard not to have beef

I say it’s hard to make it on the streets

I say it’s hard for my brothers on the east

I say it’s hard getting on the beat

I say it’s hard staying 'way from heat

I say it’s hard not to have beef

It’s hard not to struggle

When your moms gotta work a double

It’s hard not to go astray

It’s hard to see some people go away

It’s hard like every day

Often stressing 'bout things that I shouldn’t

Tried to change but I couldn’t

Rushing to the money like Vladimir Putin

It’s hard to keep pushing

'Cause they wanna see me locked up, caught without looking

Want my life tooken, it’s hard for a nigga in the bookings

I pull up on old friends to catch up

They tell me how it’s rough, gotta hustle in the bluff

I pull up on my homie’s on Cleveland Ave

They tell me how they fucked up and down bad

I told 'em hold your head, don’t be on that

If you live another day you can’t be all sad

If you make it through the day, tomorrows all last

I say it’s hard to make it on the streets

I say it’s hard for my brothers on the east

I say it’s hard getting on the beat

I say it’s hard staying 'way from heat

I say it’s hard not to have beef

I say it’s hard to make it on the streets

I say it’s hard for my brothers on the east

I say it’s hard getting on the beat

I say it’s hard staying 'way from heat

I say it’s hard not to have beef