f/ Trae



[Chorus]

Hard times, look over your peoples cause everybody dying

Osama Bin Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this

How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga

This is hard times, like its so much gun smoke and see the stars shine

We living on dreams but is they coming true, what I'm gonna do

Make a million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two



[Trae]

Step into the world of a mob nigga, live in so much pain

The rain steady pumping me up, locked down on hard times

But I'm knowing that I gotta make it, running on my deadline

Giving out flat lines, cause if you think that I'm feeling

Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain

Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same

I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery

Cause that's where all of my people rest

I can't take the stress, I'm fin to send it through somebody chest

That's why I walk around pissed off, strapped with a vest

I done been through a lot, ready to release the glock

Vicinities South, a brother on my Dickie, I be ready to ride

And I'm sick of this shit, I ain't fin to be hiding out, lately

Street life's got a nigga lost, will I wind up in a coffin

I don't know, I'm about to blow, I don't wanna take no mo'

But when I bust in a rush, you better hit the flow

Reality is a motherfucker, that's what they was telling a nigga

That's just the truth, I lost my nigga Screw

And Relay too and Andrew, now what about Danny Boo

That's fucked up, growing up in a childhood all alone with nobody

No mama no daddy, Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us

Cause we them thugs of another kind

Making these niggas feel us two rhymes

Cause if they lived the life that we live

They'd probably be broke down, crying and dying



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[Z-Ro]

Living in the ghetto, everyday is a motherfucking test

And I just can't rest, gotta keep a vest around my chest

Seem like everybody wanna start a little plex

Nigga but not me though, I'm trying to focus

On bigger and brighter thangs

Steady trying to come out the storm

From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain

Running away from the police

Nigga fuck peace, its all about war

Nothing but a AK and a HK and a Tommy Gun

Sitting in the back of the car, I just can't cope

Everybody is a suspect, even if you don't bust I'ma bust back

We down to ride and, all you little

Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack

Been 18 lonely years, since I buried my T Dogs

When I be shooting the breeze

But I'm still conversating like she ain't gone

You can take a look at this light of mine

Never did glimmer, never did shine

Cause I resort to a life of crime

And I know I'm wrong, but I gotta get mine

Fools don't understand me, a nigga be nervous 24/7

Puffing on sticky, eyes redder than period candy

Look at my pockets, I might as well stop it

Because them hoes on flat, look in the freezer

And a sive, ain't nothing but a stomach, these are hard times



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[Trae]

Ro pass me the AK, one of these niggas

Fin to pay for everything that I'm feeling, ain't no more healing

To the head with lead, is the only thing I'ma be drilling

My nigga this hard times, and the way that it look

I don't think that it's gonna get better, the only thing that's here

Is to suck it up, inside I know that's why we not giving a fuck

Ready to bust, on anything this life feeling, like we on our last breath

I'm quiet as kept, my nigga don't start

Or else somebody gon see they death

Or hate us like that, but this side of Trae it be like that all times

The only thing that I know more than pain, is pain and me never dying



[Z-Ro]

Poverty stricken and headed to prison

Running because of the life, you looking for codeine

Or amphetamines, I got em at the cheapest price

Living by the rules of the street life, fin to get niggas

Better beat the street light home, after dark I par-park

Everybody be tripping, attempting to get rich

Dig a bigger ditch bitch bleed, I'm a motherfucking man

Trying to do all that I can, I always held my ground

And I never ran, got shot for taking a stand

I need a plexing, because I'm stressing, losing my mind

Smoking wesson, my head I'm pressing, hard times



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