| [Chorus] Hard times, look over your peoples cause everybody dying | |
| Osama Bin | |
| Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this | |
| How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga | |
| This is hard times, like its so much gun smoke and see the stars shine | |
| We living on dreams but is they coming true, what | |
| I'm gonna do | |
| Make a million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two [Trae] | |
| Step into the world of a mob nigga, live in so much pain | |
| The rain steady pumping me up, locked down on hard times | |
| But I'm knowing that | |
| I gotta make it, running on my deadline | |
| Giving out flat lines, cause if you think that | |
| I'm feeling | |
| Fucking up by mine man, | |
| I gotta maintain | |
| Its like everything that | |
| I had, it won't ever be the same | |
| I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery | |
| Cause that's where all of my people rest | |
| I can't take the stress, | |
| I'm fin to send it through somebody chest | |
| That's why | |
| I walk around pissed off, strapped with a vest | |
| I done been through a lot, ready to release the glock | |
| Vicinities | |
| South, a brother on my | |
| Dickie, I be ready to ride | |
| And I'm sick of this shit, | |
| I ain't fin to be hiding out, lately | |
| Street life's got a nigga lost, will | |
| I wind up in a coffin | |
| I don't know, | |
| I'm about to blow, | |
| I don't wanna take no mo' | |
| But when I bust in a rush, you better hit the flow | |
| Reality is a motherfucker, that's what they was telling a nigga | |
| That's just the truth, | |
| I lost my nigga | |
| Screw And | |
| Relay too and | |
| Andrew, now what about | |
| Danny Boo | |
| That's fucked up, growing up in a childhood all alone with nobody | |
| No mama no daddy, | |
| Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us | |
| Cause we them thugs of another kind | |
| Making these niggas feel us two rhymes | |
| Cause if they lived the life that we live | |
| They'd probably be broke down, crying and dying [Chorus] [Z-Ro] | |
| Living in the ghetto, everyday is a motherfucking test | |
| And I just can't rest, gotta keep a vest around my chest | |
| Seem like everybody wanna start a little plex | |
| Nigga but not me though, | |
| I'm trying to focus | |
| On bigger and brighter thangs | |
| Steady trying to come out the storm | |
| From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain | |
| Running away from the police | |
| Nigga fuck peace, its all about war | |
| Nothing but a | |
| AK and a H | |
| K and a Tommy | |
| Gun Sitting in the back of the car, | |
| I just can't cope | |
| Everybody is a suspect, even if you don't bust | |
| I'ma bust back | |
| We down to ride and, all you little | |
| Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack | |
| Been 18 lonely years, since | |
| I buried my | |
| T Dogs When | |
| I be shooting the breeze | |
| But I'm still conversating like she ain't gone | |
| You can take a look at this light of mine | |
| Never did glimmer, never did shine | |
| Cause I resort to a life of crime | |
| And I know | |
| I'm wrong, but | |
| I gotta get mine | |
| Fools don't understand me, a nigga be nervous 24/7 | |
| Puffing on sticky, eyes redder than period candy | |
| Look at my pockets, | |
| I might as well stop it | |
| Because them hoes on flat, look in the freezer | |
| And a sive, ain't nothing but a stomach, these are hard times [Chorus] [Trae] | |
| Ro pass me the | |
| AK, one of these niggas | |
| Fin to pay for everything that | |
| I'm feeling, ain't no more healing | |
| To the head with lead, is the only thing | |
| I'ma be drilling | |
| My nigga this hard times, and the way that it look | |
| I don't think that it's gonna get better, the only thing that's here | |
| Is to suck it up, inside | |
| I know that's why we not giving a fuck | |
| Ready to bust, on anything this life feeling, like we on our last breath | |
| I'm quiet as kept, my nigga don't start | |
| Or else somebody gon see they death | |
| Or hate us like that, but this side of | |
| Trae it be like that all times | |
| The only thing that | |
| I know more than pain, is pain and me never dying [Z-Ro] | |
| Poverty stricken and headed to prison | |
| Running because of the life, you looking for codeine | |
| Or amphetamines, | |
| I got em at the cheapest price | |
| Living by the rules of the street life, fin to get niggas | |
| Better beat the street light home, after dark | |
| I par-park | |
| Everybody be tripping, attempting to get rich | |
| Dig a bigger ditch bitch bleed, | |
| I'm a motherfucking man | |
| Trying to do all that | |
| I can, I always held my ground | |
| And I never ran, got shot for taking a stand | |
| I need a plexing, because | |
| I'm stressing, losing my mind | |
| Smoking wesson, my head | |
| I'm pressing, hard times [Chorus x2] |
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