Hard Times

Z-Ro

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    [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

    [Chorus]

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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

    [Chorus]

    [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

    [Chorus - 2x]

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