Hard Times ft. Madman1 & The Game Lyrics

They know the mother fucking vibes

OGD

Madman1

And game in this mother fucker

But you can call me hurricane

Yeah we up now

Naptown to bompton

Fuck they know about hard times

Guess we gotta show them

Run it up

I've got one shot

And I ain't giving it up

I've seen a lot of rappers capping

Say they living it up

But we know half you bitches actors

You ain't living like us

We had to struggle from the bottom

Just to get it back up

I seen hard times

They wasn't giving a fuck

Now I go big time

And these bitches hitting me up

They stand a long line

Just to see me rapping on stage

When I was younger getting laughter

Fucking mad everyday

Now I see Lamborghini's and bikinis

Ass everyday

The same bitch tried to laugh

I smash everyday

And I go back to back to back

It's like I snap everyday

And she go snap snap snap

On snapchat everyday

Waiting till that Friday

Till she see that I get paid

And that's the shit that you get

When you get in this fame

That's the life that I live

And it's never gonna change

That's why all these rappers sane

Fuck it tell it to them game

As for rap this is my lyrical asthma attack

It's all I know the guns the cash the dro

Fidel Castro on my own right, Capone like

Mafioso, Ben Franky on them low pros

Drop top Bentley, chromed out semis

Two grand in popular demand

Like the first pennies

My Audemars Piguet wrist

Say it's time to dethrone Jay quick

Tell them other niggas to take six

Coupe a buck fifty

What's coming out the speakers

Got every video bitch scared to fuck with me

Give them hard dick and tampons

A shot of patron and don

The ones trains get ran on

My crew hard

Louis V sweaters on the boulevard

Pull nigga's cars

Throw up signs and bang Nas

Nigga go ask them

My flow is lambo

Bitch try to pass them

Murdering acapellas

Swerving suburban like no good fellas

Rocking them up and chopping them up

Like helicopter propellers

I'm back from the cellars

No slack when I nail them

Paper rack to the ceiling

Y'all be killing me

Try to maintain like the game

Let my chain hang

Chain hang

Y'all be rapping and yack-in

About the same thing

Same thing

Same style, same choppy flows

Conducting the impossible

Instructions highly profitable

Get sent to the hospital

Not trusting no one it's time to show guns

Them funds will stack up quick

Get smacked up when you act up

I'm back up in this bitch

I'm mad for a reason

Rap for a purpose I ain't leaving

Rap is a big oh circus

About as worthless as me pissing

Bad guy when I'm dipping

Fit the description coming up missing

Thought they had me from the jump

Your sadly mistaken a madman awakens

With limited patience, incriminate faces

implemented the basics

Definitive research reinvented the matrix

Truth hurts I give a fuck

Like to squirts of piss

I lit them up and hit them up

Like I'm Tupac up in this bitch