"Hard Times" lyrics
(2 Step)
I know it's hard to do right with no food up in that fridge
Ain't goin' on the 'Gram and seeing all these niggas rich
Then you lookin' at yourself and got pockets full of lint
Plus all these niggas dyin' so now you need a stick
That was me (That was me)
I was taught to leave crumbs
Ain't no love on a ho when you coming from the slums
I ain't really have a choice, bro, I had to go dumb
Breaking into niggas' houses, either that or be a bum (Bum)
459s, 211s, bitch, I'm street made
These bitches love it when I talk about my street ways
But they ain't love when I ain't have a way to get paid
So now you only gettin' up, bitch, you can't stay
Fuck that, let's get back into the real shit
I never went to school but I could take you on a field trip (Field trip)
Used to carry knives, now I'm troopin' with a big stick
Used to play ball, now we playing with these full clips
If I make it out, I'm with the niggas I was thuggin' with (Thuggin' with)
You ain't from the gang if you wasn't outside hustling
You can feel my pain if you wasn't really struggling (Struggling)
Free all of my niggas, middle finger to the government
Just keep pushing, my nigga, it's gon' get better (Gon' get better)
I love my niggas, we thugged it out with no sweater (With no sweater)
All these years we made it through the harshest weather
[?] put my all in, now these niggas feel the pressure
I know it's hard to do right with no food up in that fridge
Ain't goin' on the 'Gram and seeing all these niggas rich
Then you lookin' at yourself and got pockets full of lint
Plus there's all these niggas dyin' so now you need a stick
That was me (That was me)
I was taught to leave crumbs
Ain't no love on a ho when you coming from these slums
I ain't really have a choice, know I had to go dumb
Breaking into niggas' houses, either that or be a bum (Bum)
I know it's hard to do right with no food up in that fridge
Ain't goin' on the 'Gram and seeing all these niggas rich
Then you lookin' at yourself and got pockets full of lint
Plus there's all these niggas dyin' so now you need a stick
That was me (That was me)
I was taught to leave crumbs
Ain't no love on a ho when you coming from these slums
I ain't really have a choice, know I had to go dumb
Breaking into niggas' houses, either that or be a bum (Bum)
I know it's hard to do right with no food up in that fridge
Ain't goin' on the 'Gram and seeing all these niggas rich
Then you lookin' at yourself and got pockets full of lint
Plus all these niggas dyin' so now you need a stick
That was me (That was me)
I was taught to leave crumbs
Ain't no love on a ho when you coming from the slums
I ain't really have a choice, bro, I had to go dumb
Breaking into niggas' houses, either that or be a bum (Bum)
459s, 211s, bitch, I'm street made
These bitches love it when I talk about my street ways
But they ain't love when I ain't have a way to get paid
So now you only gettin' up, bitch, you can't stay
Fuck that, let's get back into the real shit
I never went to school but I could take you on a field trip (Field trip)
Used to carry knives, now I'm troopin' with a big stick
Used to play ball, now we playing with these full clips
If I make it out, I'm with the niggas I was thuggin' with (Thuggin' with)
You ain't from the gang if you wasn't outside hustling
You can feel my pain if you wasn't really struggling (Struggling)
Free all of my niggas, middle finger to the government
Just keep pushing, my nigga, it's gon' get better (Gon' get better)
I love my niggas, we thugged it out with no sweater (With no sweater)
All these years we made it through the harshest weather
[?] put my all in, now these niggas feel the pressure
I know it's hard to do right with no food up in that fridge
Ain't goin' on the 'Gram and seeing all these niggas rich
Then you lookin' at yourself and got pockets full of lint
Plus there's all these niggas dyin' so now you need a stick
That was me (That was me)
I was taught to leave crumbs
Ain't no love on a ho when you coming from these slums
I ain't really have a choice, know I had to go dumb
Breaking into niggas' houses, either that or be a bum (Bum)
I know it's hard to do right with no food up in that fridge
Ain't goin' on the 'Gram and seeing all these niggas rich
Then you lookin' at yourself and got pockets full of lint
Plus there's all these niggas dyin' so now you need a stick
That was me (That was me)
I was taught to leave crumbs
Ain't no love on a ho when you coming from these slums
I ain't really have a choice, know I had to go dumb
Breaking into niggas' houses, either that or be a bum (Bum)
