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 (Young bull) Cause when you grow those bands (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 Fore' 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 Fore' 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 Fore' 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