Hard Times Lyrics

I went through hard times

In the jungle I had a heart of a lion

We doing soft crimes

Never thought gettin caught

And facing a trial and

Never thought of none of us dying

Surprising, tears in my eyes

But fuck crying

Back on my 50 shit

Ima get rich or die Ima trying

Grinded from the pavement

Boutta lose my patience

Gotta wait like my ancestors

250 on the plantation, slaving

Let’s not forget the years of segregation

We need reparations

Payments, acres

Lincoln didn’t declare shit

I would of told him to save it

I only care bout my Benjamin Franklins

They ain’t give me Nathan

Tell em eat frank then

Loses had me frantic

To be frankly

I feel safely wit my gun off safety

So I don’t leave the crib without my baby

If one leave this clip ima send like 80

I am not felon

I could keep a weapon

Right to bare arms that’s the 2nd amendment

And I ain’t telling

Man I plead the fifth amendment

If you run up in my section

Keep the glizzy in the kitchen

Don’t make the wrong decision

Doc gonna make the wrong incision

Money hungry man my fingers get to itching

If I don’t get it in a minute Ima get to twitching

If I don’t get it in a minute Ima push his wig in

I went through hard times

You know you can’t walk in my shoes

Man I can’t spare mines

Cut it out dude

You know you ain’t cut from my kind

We had thug it out, yea by the stop signs

And why you lacking for?

Man you know I got mines

And why they hating for?

Man we can all shine

If that’s what we livin for

Man why we all trying

And what we living for

Man if we all dying

If we all dying