Life Of Mr. Carter

What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?

Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson

You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons

Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices" (Woah)

What's harder, love or Mr. Carter?

Especially when these hoes ain't right, these hoes ain't loyal

Shit, who's wrong? Who's right? Just ask my lawyer

Right or wrong, I'm still gon' take his advise, he take my orders

I'll be a-okay instead of alright, or kinda sorta

And before I ever take that for granted, I take the charges

See, you can't believe in all of the hype you hear at the barber

If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us

Lil Tune, Jurassic in the room, Tyrannosaurus

I ain't stealin', I took it, I ain't crooked, I'm cat and cornered

And if my fruits of labor were ripe, I would have an orchard

But I'm nauseous from my ups and downs and back and forwards

Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on ya

So I smile for the cameras and hide from no reporter

Roll a blunt up in this bitch, when it burn, it start my motor

Shoulder shruggin' 'cause the world on my shoulders, shit

What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?

Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy Water

Tryna stay grounded, my flights said no departures

Shit, what's harder, murder or abortion?

Woah, what's harder, death or Mr. Carter?

Is it easier to play deaf or to listen harder?

I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter?"

And I can wood but would the wood come termites and turmoil?

Was it easier to change diapers or back to normal?

Times are changing like Father Time just lost it's father

What's harder, to ask for sorrow or to borrow?

Or to break hearts or get your heart broke, I don't know

I ask, "What's harder, jail or Mr. Carter?"

School or Mr. Carter, the news of Mr. Carter

Man, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter?

Judge or Mr. Carter? Court and order, yeah

What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?

I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor

I pile up the dope and roll it tight like UnderArmour

Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas

I got homies from the old school and we been lost our diplomas

Got some hoes from California, think they shit smell like begonia's

Got a bone to pick, I'm pickin' 'til your boneless

Like I come from San Antonio, pop up at the spur of the moment

How you want it? When in Hell, I'm a Roman

Head on fire, I'm a comet, heat up out my abdomen

And you know it, man I'm all about my business

Business handle business for me

I know you know life's a bitch, I turned her to a business woman

Mind your business, I'm sayin'

What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?

What's higher, the price or Mr. Carter?

Should I call you Mystery because I'm right here to solve you

And if you start to smell fear or fright , I sprayed it on you

I made it and when I made it, you hate it, I made it on you

You know the streets talk, my nigga, don't made 'em argue

Niggas faded away, I light one and get faded for you

I'm reclinin', Weezy Baby, La-Z-Boy, do they enjoy you?

I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?"