"Hard Times" lyrics
(Getta Beats)
Oh-oh
(Gucci)
Baow, baow
We had our hard times (Ooh-ooh)
Huh, life of a hard knock (Life of a hard knock, ooh-ooh, hard knock, yeah)
Bro facin' hard times (Ooh-ooh)
Huh, huh, so I'm droppin' hard lines (I'm droppin' hard lines, ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah)
Huh, huh, I know everything ain't what it seem, it seem like the realest niggas turnin' flaw (Turnin' flaw)
I spent a foreign over codeine, I went hit the streets and went and got it off (Oh, I got it off)
I'm at the table with the whole team, I bring niggas off and play it 'bout the law (Play it 'bout the law)
We tired of changin' up the routine 'cause these niggas run and tellin' what they saw, hmm (Oh, ah-ah)
I done showed 'em how to eat, huh, and I gave 'em nothin' but facts (Nothin' but facts)
Huh, now the hustler in me tellin' me, "Get up and get it" when I be off track (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't got a problem with tryna get up and provide for people I left in the black (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If we spot a snake in the grass, I'm the first to react, cut him off without leavin' a track (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Walk through a test, kinda feel like the government
Come join the team, you can use what they taught us (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I came a long, long way from punishments, CEOs tryna come make me a offer (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, opps in the street tryna see us and off us, I had a shooter go stalk him (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, if we never had nothin' else to go get, why you actin' and itchin' the folks? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas fake the vibe, but they don't fuck with me
I just threw VVS on the pendant (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He steady hollerin', talkin 'bout that it's up with me, ain't no discussion, know we handle business (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You niggas fake and seekin' for attention, we know he not street, he need another image (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Still in the field, but we ain't tryna scrimmage
Don't mention no money you ain't tryna get it (Nah, nah, nah)
Don't know where my mind went (Don't know where my mind went, ooh-ooh)
Hmm, don't know if I'll find it (Ooh-ooh, don't know if I'll find it)
Hmm, huh, ridin' behind tint (Ooh-ooh, I'm ridin' behind it)
Hmm, ayy, this some divine shit (Ooh-ooh)
Hmm, hmm, I been declin' the calls (Ooh-ooh)
Hmm, hmm, no, I ain't talkin' to y'all (No, I ain't talkin' to y'all, ooh-ooh, ah-ah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah)
Hmm, hmm, I had to put her on pause, ooh-ooh (I had to put her on pause, ah-ah)
Too much emotion involved (Ooh-ooh, too much emotion involved, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, I got a ho that's gon' take a lil' charge if Quincho get caught with a rocket (Bitch)
I fuck around, had to cut off my dog, he keep tryna look in my pocket (Ooh-ooh)
Huh, get out the streets and go get you a job 'cause you ain't even makin' no profit (Ooh-ooh, no profit)
Huh, playin' too tough in the club off a Roxy, get your as shot in your noggin (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Huh, get your ass shot in your noggin, nigga
Oh-oh
(Gucci)
Baow, baow
We had our hard times (Ooh-ooh)
Huh, life of a hard knock (Life of a hard knock, ooh-ooh, hard knock, yeah)
Bro facin' hard times (Ooh-ooh)
Huh, huh, so I'm droppin' hard lines (I'm droppin' hard lines, ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah)
Huh, huh, I know everything ain't what it seem, it seem like the realest niggas turnin' flaw (Turnin' flaw)
I spent a foreign over codeine, I went hit the streets and went and got it off (Oh, I got it off)
I'm at the table with the whole team, I bring niggas off and play it 'bout the law (Play it 'bout the law)
We tired of changin' up the routine 'cause these niggas run and tellin' what they saw, hmm (Oh, ah-ah)
I done showed 'em how to eat, huh, and I gave 'em nothin' but facts (Nothin' but facts)
Huh, now the hustler in me tellin' me, "Get up and get it" when I be off track (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't got a problem with tryna get up and provide for people I left in the black (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If we spot a snake in the grass, I'm the first to react, cut him off without leavin' a track (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Walk through a test, kinda feel like the government
Come join the team, you can use what they taught us (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I came a long, long way from punishments, CEOs tryna come make me a offer (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, opps in the street tryna see us and off us, I had a shooter go stalk him (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, if we never had nothin' else to go get, why you actin' and itchin' the folks? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas fake the vibe, but they don't fuck with me
I just threw VVS on the pendant (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He steady hollerin', talkin 'bout that it's up with me, ain't no discussion, know we handle business (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You niggas fake and seekin' for attention, we know he not street, he need another image (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Still in the field, but we ain't tryna scrimmage
Don't mention no money you ain't tryna get it (Nah, nah, nah)
Don't know where my mind went (Don't know where my mind went, ooh-ooh)
Hmm, don't know if I'll find it (Ooh-ooh, don't know if I'll find it)
Hmm, huh, ridin' behind tint (Ooh-ooh, I'm ridin' behind it)
Hmm, ayy, this some divine shit (Ooh-ooh)
Hmm, hmm, I been declin' the calls (Ooh-ooh)
Hmm, hmm, no, I ain't talkin' to y'all (No, I ain't talkin' to y'all, ooh-ooh, ah-ah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah)
Hmm, hmm, I had to put her on pause, ooh-ooh (I had to put her on pause, ah-ah)
Too much emotion involved (Ooh-ooh, too much emotion involved, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, I got a ho that's gon' take a lil' charge if Quincho get caught with a rocket (Bitch)
I fuck around, had to cut off my dog, he keep tryna look in my pocket (Ooh-ooh)
Huh, get out the streets and go get you a job 'cause you ain't even makin' no profit (Ooh-ooh, no profit)
Huh, playin' too tough in the club off a Roxy, get your as shot in your noggin (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Huh, get your ass shot in your noggin, nigga
