Hard Times Lyrics

Keep on pushing through them hard times

Life it's like a game, you keep on playing, you get mind fried

Ask me what I'm repping, banging nothing, except for my side

Asked to go to war, I bet you see me on the front line

Had to grow my own because the plug shit wouldn't get me high

Medusa looking at me, I'm already stoned, so what's the point

Rolled an ounce of weed, man, fuck a skimp, bitch, I been rolling doinks

He wanna hit my blunt, I told him this shit ain't for little boys

Gas pack got him tripping, even silent things is making noise

Shroomies got me tripping, even quiet things is making sounds

Love when I get high because it feel like I ain't coming down

Look up at the roof, man, it just feel like it be coming down

Try to take my shit, I promise there gon' be a man down

You ain't gotta kinda look at this rap shit like a sports game

You might be benched now, you might not be in the game now

But when someone fall off, you might be putting that shit for real

Keep on pushing through them hard times

Life is like a game, you keep on playing, you get mind fried

Ask me what I'm repping, banging nothing, except for my side

Asked to go to war, I bet you see me on the front line

I had to grow my own because the plug shit wouldn't get me high

Smoke a cigarette while I be posted on the porch

I just bought a pound today, we blowing gas just like a torch

We gon' smoke the night away, we getting high because we bored

Homie popped a tab of acid and he found it on the floor

Molly molly boogers, yeah they chilling on the wall

Looking in the mirror, I'm the highest of them all

Every time I'm up, I swear there's someone trying to call

But bitch you ain't even up so please don't ever hit my phone