"Hard Time" lyrics
Hard times
They spread, just like the flu
Watch out my nigga don't let it catch you
P-p-prices goin' up don't let your money go down
'Cause when you got short money it feel like you stuck on the ground
These hard times got a nigga out here stressin'
Shorty put down the books and picked up the Smith and Wesson
He really can't hustle plus the nigga with the bag won't hit him
Now he out here tryna catch a nigga slippin'
Get it how you live with how everybody keep tellin' him
Not even sixteen, damn near got three felonies
Dropped out of school and want shit but an attempt
And to make it worse he finna have a baby by trick
No guidance, thinkin' with his dick
Never had the OGs to tell him shit
Now the word around town he takin' hits
He came up in church like grimy as a git
Hard times got these niggas doin' all day
Hard times will make a nigga do you broad day
Hard times have a nigga out here job huntin'
Hard times make a nigga wanna rob somethin'
Hard times will make a nigga shake somethin' down
Hard times will make a nigga spray somethin' down
Hard times got these lil' kids droppin' out
Hard times got these fake niggas plottin' now
Baby girl out here fuckin' grown niggas
Her daddy wasn't around now she want her own nigga
Her mamma always workin', she don't get along with her
Now she tryna get did right by the wrong nigga
He got the perfect plan he gon' hit the road with her
She thinkin' it's the perfect time to make her own pennies
But he ain't even goin' though he finna send his mans
And she ain't even know it that's when shit hit the fan
Car pulled over, officer say he smelled weed
Stripped the whole car found a thousand somethin' beans
But she ain't finna tell she gon' take it for the team
Give baby five years she wasn't shit but seventeen
Hard times got these niggas doin' all day
Hard times will make a nigga do you broad day
Hard times have a nigga out here job huntin'
Hard times make a nigga wanna rob somethin'
Hard times will make a nigga shake somethin' down
Hard times will make a nigga spray somethin' down
Hard times got these lil' kids droppin' out
Hard times got these fake niggas plottin' now
They spread, just like the flu
Watch out my nigga don't let it catch
P-p-prices goin' up don't let your money go down
'Cause when you got short money it feel like you stuck on the ground
They spread, just like the flu
Watch out my nigga don't let it catch you
P-p-prices goin' up don't let your money go down
'Cause when you got short money it feel like you stuck on the ground
These hard times got a nigga out here stressin'
Shorty put down the books and picked up the Smith and Wesson
He really can't hustle plus the nigga with the bag won't hit him
Now he out here tryna catch a nigga slippin'
Get it how you live with how everybody keep tellin' him
Not even sixteen, damn near got three felonies
Dropped out of school and want shit but an attempt
And to make it worse he finna have a baby by trick
No guidance, thinkin' with his dick
Never had the OGs to tell him shit
Now the word around town he takin' hits
He came up in church like grimy as a git
Hard times got these niggas doin' all day
Hard times will make a nigga do you broad day
Hard times have a nigga out here job huntin'
Hard times make a nigga wanna rob somethin'
Hard times will make a nigga shake somethin' down
Hard times will make a nigga spray somethin' down
Hard times got these lil' kids droppin' out
Hard times got these fake niggas plottin' now
Baby girl out here fuckin' grown niggas
Her daddy wasn't around now she want her own nigga
Her mamma always workin', she don't get along with her
Now she tryna get did right by the wrong nigga
He got the perfect plan he gon' hit the road with her
She thinkin' it's the perfect time to make her own pennies
But he ain't even goin' though he finna send his mans
And she ain't even know it that's when shit hit the fan
Car pulled over, officer say he smelled weed
Stripped the whole car found a thousand somethin' beans
But she ain't finna tell she gon' take it for the team
Give baby five years she wasn't shit but seventeen
Hard times got these niggas doin' all day
Hard times will make a nigga do you broad day
Hard times have a nigga out here job huntin'
Hard times make a nigga wanna rob somethin'
Hard times will make a nigga shake somethin' down
Hard times will make a nigga spray somethin' down
Hard times got these lil' kids droppin' out
Hard times got these fake niggas plottin' now
They spread, just like the flu
Watch out my nigga don't let it catch
P-p-prices goin' up don't let your money go down
'Cause when you got short money it feel like you stuck on the ground
Writer(s): Phillip Peaks, Ronald Iii Brown
