"Hard To Believe" as written by and Barry White....
f/ Denaro, V-Dog

Hook: It's hard to believe (It's hard to believe)

I made it through the years (I made it through the years)

I guess that I'm blessed (I guess that I'm blessed)
Cause I didn't get popped (or I didn't get killed)

[Yo Gotti]

It's hard to except

The cards I was dealt

The life that I chose


A life full of crime

A bag full of dimes

A hood full of jealous ass niggas wanting mine

But now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord my soul to keep

And if I die before i wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take

I seen it, all this ana fall, never thought I'd make it out

Broad-daylight, I seen my homeboy get takin' out

They shot at me

They got at me

Never could they get at me

I gotta thank the Lord from shielding me from all my enemies

Ran mo' blocks than fugitives

Sold mo' dope than Cubians

Kept my mind on dollar signs and never was abusing them

I think I got the feeling jone

I'm seeing millions jone

Come into my residence

But that's irrelevant

2000 was on jone

2000 is gone jone

2000 and 1 is here, I'm still droppin' songs jone



Don't shit exist in this galaxy, that's like Denaro

Ain't facin' shit, but tragedy from out of my baro

Witnessed too much shit at a age like mine

Beef off in the streets got me on stages wit nines

My nig Gotti get the mic, and yo I'm watchin' the crowd

I see a nigga start to reachin' and let that heater go pow

Took too many losses, felt sad feelings out here

My nig lost his mom and dad, I lost my lil' one this year

We be exposed to a lot of shit our eyes shouldn't see

But I'm composed of a lot of shit y'all niggas couldn't be

Cause I'm a real nigga, meaning I'm limited dog

Fake shit done played out like SEGA Genesis dog

They used to call me Ghost, cause I had a nigga that spook

Just a young nigga, strapped up and ready to shoot

I played it smart this year

Life was hard this year

I kept my lawyer fully paid and beat my charge this year, nigga



It's hard to believe I made it nigga, but I made it nigga, yeah I'm here

You thought that I wouldn't make it nigga, but tell me who you hear

It wouldn't my time to go, so I ain't gone nowhere

I'm still bumpin, keepin' you jumpin, while I'm smokin' my square

I be V slash D uh O G nigga, I'm just like a nigga, holdin' my pants when I

pose nigga

Still fuckin' hoes nigga

Doing my shows nigga

And listening to you niggas say this bitch is cold nigga

I'm out of control nigga

I can't be stopped bitch

I made it through the years with out gettin popped or killed

I said I'm out of control nigga, I can't be stopped bitch

I made it through the years with out gettin' popped or killed


Lyrics submitted by VampedVixen

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