"Hard Times" lyrics
(feat. Hurricane Wisdom)
I keep on telling my bitch don't cry
I keep on telling my bitch don't cry
Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie
My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em don't die
Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times
Knew I had a hard time being broke
Okay, I don't have a hard time saying no
It's a problem if I stay, problem if I go
It's like more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong
I can't lay up and beat yo' face
Bitch, I gotta beat the road
I be chillin', I can pop it, half a million dollar watches
Call it what you want, I'm rich, and still would tell you I ain't got it, nigga
I come from watching Pops in the kitchen tryna lock a nigga
I wouldn't get on side of this whip, we ride with choppers, nigga
Jet to the island, tell my bitch bring a friend or two
She gon' dance for a thousand, I'm tryna see what ten would do
We don't speak on these niggas, you lil' ass boys invisible
Them new Glocks ain't stopping shit, bro still gon' put that switch to use
How it's a problem if I leave when I come back with all this pape'?
I'm a boss, I got employees, I can dock a nigga pay
Seem like more money you make more nigga wanna see that grave
We in L.A. with them states, don't think you finna get no fade, nigga
I keep telling my bitch don't cry
Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie
My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em don't die
Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times
Knew I had a hard time being broke
Okay, I don't have a hard time saying no
It's a problem if I stay, problem if I go
It's like more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong
They say the streets don't love no one, ain't hear nothing 'bout what the road say
By the time I come home, bae, I'll be 44, I will
I just wrote my will, the Lord knows this life get real, I say
Dummy, don't poke fun, you get a bond, you coming here
Feel my time be coming near, put insurance on all my jewels
But if he reach, he still kill
He flipped the truck and made the news, I thank the Lord I'm still here
I thank the Lord I'm still-, I thank the Lord I'm still him
Bitch, I went broke so many times, that's why the trenches feel him
I keep on telling my bitch don't cry
Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie
My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em don't die
Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times
Knew I had a hard time being broke
I keep on telling my bitch don't cry
Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie
My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em don't die
Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times
Knew I had a hard time being broke
Okay, I don't have a hard time saying no
It's a problem if I stay, problem if I go
It's like more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong
I can't lay up and beat yo' face
Bitch, I gotta beat the road
I be chillin', I can pop it, half a million dollar watches
Call it what you want, I'm rich, and still would tell you I ain't got it, nigga
I come from watching Pops in the kitchen tryna lock a nigga
I wouldn't get on side of this whip, we ride with choppers, nigga
Jet to the island, tell my bitch bring a friend or two
She gon' dance for a thousand, I'm tryna see what ten would do
We don't speak on these niggas, you lil' ass boys invisible
Them new Glocks ain't stopping shit, bro still gon' put that switch to use
How it's a problem if I leave when I come back with all this pape'?
I'm a boss, I got employees, I can dock a nigga pay
Seem like more money you make more nigga wanna see that grave
We in L.A. with them states, don't think you finna get no fade, nigga
I keep telling my bitch don't cry
Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie
My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em don't die
Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times
Knew I had a hard time being broke
Okay, I don't have a hard time saying no
It's a problem if I stay, problem if I go
It's like more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong
They say the streets don't love no one, ain't hear nothing 'bout what the road say
By the time I come home, bae, I'll be 44, I will
I just wrote my will, the Lord knows this life get real, I say
Dummy, don't poke fun, you get a bond, you coming here
Feel my time be coming near, put insurance on all my jewels
But if he reach, he still kill
He flipped the truck and made the news, I thank the Lord I'm still here
I thank the Lord I'm still-, I thank the Lord I'm still him
Bitch, I went broke so many times, that's why the trenches feel him
I keep on telling my bitch don't cry
Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie
My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em don't die
Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times
Knew I had a hard time being broke
