HARD TIMES

Hard times, living this life. Hard times, trying to get right. And I don't know which way you should go, just follow this road, trying to get a lot of dough

Hard times, living my life. Hard times, trying to get right. And I don't know if I'm gonna leave this ghetto, trying to see another level of me

Homie had it coming, homie said he was real, the homie lied, give homie money for seven, the homie bring you back five

Homie changed the rules in the ninth inning, where they do that at? The homie been sneak dissing and trying to hijack

The homie been talking sideways in certain circles, the homie been working my nerves, becoming bothersome, always starting something

The homie think he hard or something, I think he think he God or something, I think he think I'm playing with him

Like I won't lay hands on him, the homie don't say nothing to me, I think the homie afraid of him, he shook

The homie ain't as thorough as the homie put on, the homie act shady, that ain't a good look

Act accordingly or go to war with me, hit your spot with a heckling cotch, bare faced spectators can watch

You're wounded with pistols, issues, I got them