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[Chorus] Hard times, look over your peoples cause everybody dying |
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Osama Bin |
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Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this |
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How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga |
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This is hard times, like its so much gun smoke and see the stars shine |
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We living on dreams but is they coming true, what |
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I'm gonna do |
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Make a million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two [Trae] |
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Step into the world of a mob nigga, live in so much pain |
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The rain steady pumping me up, locked down on hard times |
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But I'm knowing that |
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I gotta make it, running on my deadline |
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Giving out flat lines, cause if you think that |
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I'm feeling |
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Fucking up by mine man, |
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I gotta maintain |
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Its like everything that |
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I had, it won't ever be the same |
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I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery |
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Cause that's where all of my people rest |
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I can't take the stress, |
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I'm fin to send it through somebody chest |
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That's why |
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I walk around pissed off, strapped with a vest |
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I done been through a lot, ready to release the glock |
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Vicinities |
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South, a brother on my |
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Dickie, I be ready to ride |
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And I'm sick of this shit, |
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I ain't fin to be hiding out, lately |
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Street life's got a nigga lost, will |
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I wind up in a coffin |
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I don't know, |
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I'm about to blow, |
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I don't wanna take no mo' |
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But when I bust in a rush, you better hit the flow |
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Reality is a motherfucker, that's what they was telling a nigga |
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That's just the truth, |
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I lost my nigga |
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Screw And |
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Relay too and |
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Andrew, now what about |
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Danny Boo |
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That's fucked up, growing up in a childhood all alone with nobody |
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No mama no daddy, |
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Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us |
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Cause we them thugs of another kind |
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Making these niggas feel us two rhymes |
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Cause if they lived the life that we live |
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They'd probably be broke down, crying and dying [Chorus] [Z-Ro] |
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Living in the ghetto, everyday is a motherfucking test |
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And I just can't rest, gotta keep a vest around my chest |
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Seem like everybody wanna start a little plex |
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Nigga but not me though, |
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I'm trying to focus |
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On bigger and brighter thangs |
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Steady trying to come out the storm |
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From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain |
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Running away from the police |
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Nigga fuck peace, its all about war |
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Nothing but a |
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AK and a H |
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K and a Tommy |
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Gun Sitting in the back of the car, |
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I just can't cope |
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Everybody is a suspect, even if you don't bust |
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I'ma bust back |
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We down to ride and, all you little |
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Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack |
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Been 18 lonely years, since |
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I buried my |
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T Dogs When |
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I be shooting the breeze |
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But I'm still conversating like she ain't gone |
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You can take a look at this light of mine |
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Never did glimmer, never did shine |
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Cause I resort to a life of crime |
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And I know |
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I'm wrong, but |
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I gotta get mine |
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Fools don't understand me, a nigga be nervous 24/7 |
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Puffing on sticky, eyes redder than period candy |
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Look at my pockets, |
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I might as well stop it |
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Because them hoes on flat, look in the freezer |
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And a sive, ain't nothing but a stomach, these are hard times [Chorus] [Trae] |
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Ro pass me the |
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AK, one of these niggas |
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Fin to pay for everything that |
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I'm feeling, ain't no more healing |
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To the head with lead, is the only thing |
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I'ma be drilling |
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My nigga this hard times, and the way that it look |
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I don't think that it's gonna get better, the only thing that's here |
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Is to suck it up, inside |
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I know that's why we not giving a fuck |
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Ready to bust, on anything this life feeling, like we on our last breath |
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I'm quiet as kept, my nigga don't start |
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Or else somebody gon see they death |
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Or hate us like that, but this side of |
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Trae it be like that all times |
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The only thing that |
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I know more than pain, is pain and me never dying [Z-Ro] |
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Poverty stricken and headed to prison |
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Running because of the life, you looking for codeine |
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Or amphetamines, |
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I got em at the cheapest price |
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Living by the rules of the street life, fin to get niggas |
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Better beat the street light home, after dark |
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I par-park |
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Everybody be tripping, attempting to get rich |
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Dig a bigger ditch bitch bleed, |
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I'm a motherfucking man |
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Trying to do all that |
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I can, I always held my ground |
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And I never ran, got shot for taking a stand |
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I need a plexing, because |
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I'm stressing, losing my mind |
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Smoking wesson, my head |
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I'm pressing, hard times [Chorus x2] |