Young man, young man
Sit down I got something to say
I won't be in this town for too long so
Ain't nobody here to help you
And all they'll ever want from you is the fickle things that you got
So you better make sure to stack that bread till its high young bull
Cause when you grow those bands
They gon' try and take it out your hands, on God
It's a hard knock life boy
Don't say I didn't tell you
Stay away from the snakes son
Cause even Day 1's gon' fail you
Take it back to the day
Before Pops left VA
He used to say boy
Keep that grass cut low
And your eyes on the snakes
Eyes upon the snakes young man
They gon' slither up at every turn
Eyes upon the snakes young man
They gon' slither up at every turn
Smell a couple dollars off a nigga
To make sure that they get a couple cents
So don't let them all in the bag though
They just want to take it out your hands boy
Out in LA where the money don't last
And for every palm tree theres a snake in the grass
Remember how to move in a room full of vultures
Just like pops said you supposed to
Young nigga
Take it back to the day
Before Pops left VA
He used to say boy
Keep that grass cut low
And your eyes on the snakes
Eyes upon the snakes young man
They gon' slither up at every turn
Eyes upon the snakes young man
They gon' slither up at every turn
So go and get it on your own
Don't worry about nobody else
Don't forget that when you get it they gon come for you
They gon' tell you that they love you but nigga don't get to comfortable no
Cause its a hard knock life boy
Don't say I didn't tell you
Stay away from the snakes son, fake ones
Even Day 1's gon' fail you
Take it back to the day
Before Pops left VA
He used to say boy
Keep that grass cut low
And your eyes on them mufuckin' snakes
Eyes upon the snakes young man
They gon' slither up at every turn
Young, young man