"Hard But Sweet" lyrics

The way we was raised
It was hard, ya know
But at the same time
It was real sweet
That's why
We call it the Jolly Rancher Days
'Cause it was sweet, ya know
Wasn't no time like your childhood
Even though it was hard
That's why I call 'em Jolly Rancher Days
Hard but sweet
Hard but sweet
Hard but sweet
That's why I call 'em Jolly Rancher Days

The way I was raised wasn't nice at all
Stay at your friend's house
Next day you fightin' your dawg
Stealin' pitbulls
Just to fight the dog
Love hidin' 'n' go seek when the lights was off
Trouble seemed to find us, thug
One move out the hood
It's all good
Last words, keep in touch, thug
This before we was fuckin', kissin', and touchin'
Eggin' people's cars
Pissin' in public
Stealin' reflectors, puttin' 'em on my new Benz
And I ain't talkin' 'bout a car
I'm talkin' 'bout a Schwinn
Bicycle
Crazy how you be grateful for havin' so little
Hard but sweet
Remember Calvin used to let a nigga sit in his Jeep
In a daze, turnin' his wheel
Like his shit for me
Sunday, at the park
Everybody actin' foolish
Uncles fucked up
Aunties poppin' they coochie
Jolly Rancher Days

Hard but sweet
Hard but sweet
Hard but sweet
That's why I call 'em Jolly Rancher Days
Hard but sweet
Hard but sweet
Hard but sweet
That's why I call 'em Jolly Rancher Days

Nigga knock on the block almost every day
First one go to sleep
Get the toothpaste
A lot of stuff we did wasn't real
Pickin' on kids
Bein' bullies for real
Learned early that it wasn't no Santa Claus
'Cause Daddy tell us every Christmas
I got that for y'all
What he got wasn't a lot
But it was all gravy
One kid got a Nintendo
We all played it
Couldn't afford the barbershop
So Bronson cut us
Cousin shot my cousin
Another struggle
But his comin' home party was a muthafucka
So every dark day
We saw a brighter day comin'
Mama would say
Boy, you bet not ask me for no money
Then turn right around and grab us
And tickle our stomach
Steal my cousin's clothes
Rock 'em like they mine
Three sizes bigger but it's still a shine
This is the Jolly Rancher Days

Hard but sweet
Hard but sweet
Hard but sweet
That's why I call 'em Jolly Rancher Days
Hard but sweet
Hard but sweet
Hard but sweet
That's why I call 'em Jolly Rancher Days

Silk tank tops and silk boxers
Back then that was like real Versace
Hard but sweet
At first, gunshots would scare us
We would hit the floor
Got used to 'em
Now them gunshots would turn to jokes
Old people in my hood ain't really have much
But dope dealers looked out for 'em
So they wasn't sayin' nothin'
But when the dealers went to jail
It was a sad song
But it brought smiles
Seein' the next nigga jump on
Comin' up I seen plenty, their money long
Same niggas started hittin' the pipe
Now their money gone
Them was the days
Water fights, clownin' in the projects
Get your first piece of pussy
Tell everybody
Watchin' my cousin sell crack
Gettin' bankrolls
But they sellin' it to our family members
Ain't that cold
Sad when niggas hit the pen
Leave their son and daughter
But nobody missed his comin' home party
Hard but sweet
A lot of days it was hard to eat
But Auntie Margie would fill that void for me
We used to steal out the stores
Sell candy at school
Go steal us some more
Dollar Now Laters wasn't much long as we wasn't broke
Go to the pool
Act a fool, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
But this was LSU pool
So they always put us out
Winter time we still had fun
Crazy how one cover can keep five kids warm
Jolly Rancher Days

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