tough times ft. Cash0 & YDC Kiing Lyrics

Tough times gotta know that they don't last long

Gotta stand on all ten know how to stay strong

One of your partners might back door you for the same gun

Rules of this life Learn them fore' you learn wrong

Street life they done got a hurt child

Heart hurts got the percys with the black and mild

They ain't no church in a wild

Ain't been to church in a while

Number one shit get hard around this side

I remember in February my granny and bro died

The same day and that shit opened some eyes

To the cruel world might even have you terrified

Number two watch who you fuck with they might switch up

Best friend for three years to turn you to a setup

Grabbed his gun aim at your head and now your brain squashed

Thinkin' damn you was my homie now you just fake ass fuck

Number three don't ever love a ho nah

Did all that just for a lazy breakup call

And I hope them kids hate you like I hate you

To them boys Bre is wishin' that I made y'all

That I made y'all

That I made y'all

Tough times gotta know that they don't last long

Gotta stand on all ten know how to stay strong

One of your partners might back door you for the same gun

Rules of this life learn them fore' you learn wrong

Street life they done got a hurt child

Heart hurts got the percys with the black and mild

They ain't no church in a wild

Ain't been to church in a while

I said I'm heartless heartless and I don't need love

Started from the bottom I got my fees off

Down bad no bag I had to re-up

Million dollar youngin' on my grind and I can't see love

Bad thing new whip I'm in the fast lane

Heart broke past pain that was a bad thing

I'm a victim of your love you was the last that I had dreamed about

I'm a victim of your trust you did some things that I can't think about

Tough times gotta know that they don't last long

Gotta stand on all ten know how to stay strong

One of your partners might back door you for the same gun

Rules of this life learn them fore' you learn wrong

Street life they done got a hurt child

Heart hurts got the percys with the black and mild

They ain't no church in a wild

Ain't been to church in a while

Tell that bitch I'm a one-of-one turnin' nothin' into somethin'

When my cousin died I had cried but I ain't fold for nothin

Come up from the mud young nigga I'm chasin' money

On the grind and I can't stop since a kid I know I be thumbin

My big brother be on go he will get you hit for that ruffin'

Blood don't make your family I been screamin' fuck all my cousins

Stabbed up in my back so many times no I ain't trustin' nothin

Since a jit been totin' sticks you tryin' me I'ma bust it

(I'ma bust it)

Tough times gotta know that they don't last long

Gotta stand on all ten know how to stay strong

One of your partners might back door you for the same gun

Rules of this life learn them fore' you learn wrong

Street life they done got a hurt child

Heart hurts got the percys with the black and mild

They ain't no church in a wild

Ain't been to church in a while