Hard Times - T.Y

I ain’t even wana throw it to 'em

Nigga was playing with my chips

Nigga thought I was on some lacking shit

Nigga thought he could catch me slipping

Fuck around and put the clip in

Niggas nowadays tripping, they dipping

Only telling you what’s going on

Hard times will have them youngins running in your home

9 times out of 10 you live and you die by the chrome

You see a mug on my face then don’t ask me what’s wrong

I’m real young and my mother fucking nerves bad

My momma working and they still haven’t free’d my dad

Lil' brother looking like he taking the road that I had

Run through them hoes whenever we getting to the pad

You man a pussy and his patna is a whole fag

She better have her mind right if she want them bags

Cause I be quick to drop you off where I met you at

And you will never be able to get back on this jet

And since we talking bout that then shout out to my set

Bitch I’m that nigga who be making all your dreams wet

You don’t keep it real with me and I ain’t feeling that

If you don’t have it all in cash you better have a check

Pussy and guap the only thing that be hitting my jack

Bitch I’m a stoner I don’t ask where the weed at

I’m going straight to the top and you could believe that

I came to shut the city down now where the freaks at

From the sideline that’s where I like to creep at

I’m just a young nigga out here who chasing mills

My mind you gon' respect or shit gon' get real

Put yo' hands in the air if you don’t give a fuck

And burn one for B. Gizzle since he locked up

Ever since I was a youngin bitch I been that nigga

Fuckin' with me you better have a whole army with ya

I be coming with it I gotta let my nuts hang

Ain’t going out like no hoe it’s a bust back thing