Hard Times

Lyrics

[Verse: T.Y.] I ain't even wana throw it to 'em Nigga was playing with my chips Nigga thought I was on some lacking shit Nigga thought he could catch me slipping Fuck around and put the clip in Niggas nowadays tripping, they dipping Only telling you what's going on Hard times will have them youngins running in your home 9 times out of 10 you live and you die by the chrome You see a mug on my face then don't ask me what's wrong I'm real young and my mother fucking nerves bad My momma working and they still haven't free'd my dad Lil' brother looking like he taking the road that I had Run through them hoes whenever we getting to the pad You man a pussy and his patna is a whole fag She better have her mind right if she want them bags Cause I be quick to drop you off where I met you at And you will never be able to get back on this jet And since we talking bout that then shout out to my set Bitch I'm that nigga who be making all your dreams wet You don't keep it real with me and I ain't feeling that If you don't have it all in cash you better have a check Pussy and guap the only thing that be hitting my jack Bitch I'm a stoner I don't ask where the weed at I'm going straight to the top and you could believe that I came to shut the city down now where the freaks at From the sideline that's where I like to creep at I'm just a young nigga out here who chasing mills My mind you gon' respect or shit gon' get real Put yo' hands in the air if you don't give a fuck And burn one for B. Gizzle since he locked up [Chorus](x2) Ever since I was a youngin bitch I been that nigga Fuckin' with me you better have a whole army with ya I be coming with it I gotta let my nuts hang Ain't going out like no hoe it's a bust back thing