| 作曲 : Dean, Ellis, Herron, McVey | |
| (feat. Z-Ro, Trae of The Guerilla Maab & Tonya Herron) | |
| (Hook - Tonya) | |
| Its hard tymez...its hard tymez...its hard tymez | |
| Its hard tymez...its hard tymez...these hard tymez | |
| (Z-Ro) | |
| My people get crushed on by poverty, got lives that scarred | |
| Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard | |
| Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing | |
| Devil's be after me supply your child with a weapon | |
| My nigga ran up in a bank, sixty seconds for a lifetime bid | |
| And I don't get ???, now he selfish just for trying to feed his kid | |
| I'm living for mo', lead us out of slavery | |
| Revolution is coming but for now we waiting patiently | |
| Started out fiending to eat and starving together | |
| So when we crumble, survive of this place start robbing each other | |
| We got 'jects and those that eject, and those that die | |
| Refuse to come up out their shit so now they close they eyes | |
| Ask my nilla servin milla at that mexican joe | |
| Muthafuckers ran up with AK's straight letting em go | |
| We tried to walk straight and narrow but we end up going to jail | |
| For selling drugs, no wonder my people out here smelling blood | |
| (Hook) | |
| (Trae) | |
| These hard times really be crazy and I don't want to lose it | |
| But the reality got the pistol b, and I feel like I abused it | |
| Till the banks peeping through cracks hoping I see the light | |
| So every night I praying to God, I'm beggin he make me right | |
| True 'nuff, we gotta be our own man dying ain't part of my plan | |
| I've been broke all through my life so struggling and new to me man | |
| I lost family after family, sittin lonely in my zone | |
| The only way I express myself is when I'm doing these songs | |
| I throw the drugs I prefer to face ??? with my pain | |
| I stay in my lane but appeal to people I'm doing the same | |
| My brother Deeky in the pen facing three with a L | |
| The only thing that he ever see was penitentiary cell | |
| Through all my niggaz pass, even Big Mello too | |
| To Mafio to Screw Up Click, we gotta ride for you | |
| Cause these be hard times, deep down I be scarred times | |
| I want to cry but then I can't 'cause it be bar time | |
| (Hook) | |
| (Yukmouth) | |
| We got evicted so its crunch time | |
| See me and my little sister earning free brick cheese in the lunch line | |
| Now I'm running from one time under the sunshine | |
| With one nine, stick to my hustle stay on my grind | |
| With the fine mind, body, and soul | |
| God placed my feet on solid ground, all ten toes | |
| Like the deeper than each holes in the benz-o, it's more like a trap | |
| To see how far you could get without getting blowed off the map | |
| Get stabbed in the back, getting blast with a gat | |
| In this ghetto and havoc thats when they move slabs of crack | |
| My parents both died, how to handle that | |
| We light candles and cry wish we had them back | |
| Sometimes I want to commit suicide blaze the steel | |
| My father died from having HIV, AIDS is real | |
| Lord forgive us 'cause we hustle just to pay the bills | |
| Struggled in the projects never stayed in the hills...hard times | |
| (Hook) X2 |
| zuo qu : Dean, Ellis, Herron, McVey | |
| feat. ZRo, Trae of The Guerilla Maab Tonya Herron | |
| Hook Tonya | |
| Its hard tymez... its hard tymez... its hard tymez | |
| Its hard tymez... its hard tymez... these hard tymez | |
| ZRo | |
| My people get crushed on by poverty, got lives that scarred | |
| Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard | |
| Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing | |
| Devil' s be after me supply your child with a weapon | |
| My nigga ran up in a bank, sixty seconds for a lifetime bid | |
| And I don' t get nbsp???, now he selfish just for trying to feed his kid | |
| I' m living for mo', lead us out of slavery | |
| Revolution is coming but for now we waiting patiently | |
| Started out fiending to eat and starving together | |
| So when we crumble, survive of this place start robbing each other | |
| We got ' jects and those that eject, and those that die | |
| Refuse to come up out their shit so now they close they eyes | |
| Ask my nilla servin milla at that mexican joe | |
| Muthafuckers ran up with AK' s straight letting em go | |
| We tried to walk straight and narrow but we end up going to jail | |
| For selling drugs, no wonder my people out here smelling blood | |
| Hook | |
| Trae | |
| These hard times really be crazy and I don' t want to lose it | |
| But the reality got the pistol b, and I feel like I abused it | |
| Till the banks peeping through cracks hoping I see the light | |
| So every night I praying to God, I' m beggin he make me right | |
| True ' nuff, we gotta be our own man dying ain' t part of my plan | |
| I' ve been broke all through my life so struggling and new to me man | |
| I lost family after family, sittin lonely in my zone | |
| The only way I express myself is when I' m doing these songs | |
| I throw the drugs I prefer to face nbsp??? with my pain | |
| I stay in my lane but appeal to people I' m doing the same | |
| My brother Deeky in the pen facing three with a L | |
| The only thing that he ever see was penitentiary cell | |
| Through all my niggaz pass, even Big Mello too | |
| To Mafio to Screw Up Click, we gotta ride for you | |
| Cause these be hard times, deep down I be scarred times | |
| I want to cry but then I can' t ' cause it be bar time | |
| Hook | |
| Yukmouth | |
| We got evicted so its crunch time | |
| See me and my little sister earning free brick cheese in the lunch line | |
| Now I' m running from one time under the sunshine | |
| With one nine, stick to my hustle stay on my grind | |
| With the fine mind, body, and soul | |
| God placed my feet on solid ground, all ten toes | |
| Like the deeper than each holes in the benzo, it' s more like a trap | |
| To see how far you could get without getting blowed off the map | |
| Get stabbed in the back, getting blast with a gat | |
| In this ghetto and havoc thats when they move slabs of crack | |
| My parents both died, how to handle that | |
| We light candles and cry wish we had them back | |
| Sometimes I want to commit suicide blaze the steel | |
| My father died from having HIV, AIDS is real | |
| Lord forgive us ' cause we hustle just to pay the bills | |
| Struggled in the projects never stayed in the hills... hard times | |
| Hook X2 |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Ellis, Herron, McVey | |
| feat. ZRo, Trae of The Guerilla Maab Tonya Herron | |
| Hook Tonya | |
| Its hard tymez... its hard tymez... its hard tymez | |
| Its hard tymez... its hard tymez... these hard tymez | |
| ZRo | |
| My people get crushed on by poverty, got lives that scarred | |
| Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard | |
| Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing | |
| Devil' s be after me supply your child with a weapon | |
| My nigga ran up in a bank, sixty seconds for a lifetime bid | |
| And I don' t get nbsp???, now he selfish just for trying to feed his kid | |
| I' m living for mo', lead us out of slavery | |
| Revolution is coming but for now we waiting patiently | |
| Started out fiending to eat and starving together | |
| So when we crumble, survive of this place start robbing each other | |
| We got ' jects and those that eject, and those that die | |
| Refuse to come up out their shit so now they close they eyes | |
| Ask my nilla servin milla at that mexican joe | |
| Muthafuckers ran up with AK' s straight letting em go | |
| We tried to walk straight and narrow but we end up going to jail | |
| For selling drugs, no wonder my people out here smelling blood | |
| Hook | |
| Trae | |
| These hard times really be crazy and I don' t want to lose it | |
| But the reality got the pistol b, and I feel like I abused it | |
| Till the banks peeping through cracks hoping I see the light | |
| So every night I praying to God, I' m beggin he make me right | |
| True ' nuff, we gotta be our own man dying ain' t part of my plan | |
| I' ve been broke all through my life so struggling and new to me man | |
| I lost family after family, sittin lonely in my zone | |
| The only way I express myself is when I' m doing these songs | |
| I throw the drugs I prefer to face nbsp??? with my pain | |
| I stay in my lane but appeal to people I' m doing the same | |
| My brother Deeky in the pen facing three with a L | |
| The only thing that he ever see was penitentiary cell | |
| Through all my niggaz pass, even Big Mello too | |
| To Mafio to Screw Up Click, we gotta ride for you | |
| Cause these be hard times, deep down I be scarred times | |
| I want to cry but then I can' t ' cause it be bar time | |
| Hook | |
| Yukmouth | |
| We got evicted so its crunch time | |
| See me and my little sister earning free brick cheese in the lunch line | |
| Now I' m running from one time under the sunshine | |
| With one nine, stick to my hustle stay on my grind | |
| With the fine mind, body, and soul | |
| God placed my feet on solid ground, all ten toes | |
| Like the deeper than each holes in the benzo, it' s more like a trap | |
| To see how far you could get without getting blowed off the map | |
| Get stabbed in the back, getting blast with a gat | |
| In this ghetto and havoc thats when they move slabs of crack | |
| My parents both died, how to handle that | |
| We light candles and cry wish we had them back | |
| Sometimes I want to commit suicide blaze the steel | |
| My father died from having HIV, AIDS is real | |
| Lord forgive us ' cause we hustle just to pay the bills | |
| Struggled in the projects never stayed in the hills... hard times | |
| Hook X2 |
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