Hard Times (feat. Le Joe, Dutta & David Jassy)

Hard times in my hood

Everyday we're trying to get it

Growing up with no food

How can I forget it

Hard times in my hood

Lord knows we're trying to get it

Lord knows we're trying to get it

Lord knows we're trying to get it

Lifestyle of a young bull

Hard times in my hood

These hard knocks, heart stops

For that 40 glock and that pinewood

Got no bed no hot water

While I grind harder and I fight harder

Time and a place for everything but I couldn't wait on no timeframes

No end zones just kill zones

Day one is like a flip phone

Take a stand now case closed

I can't trust, not one soul

My twin gone, granny gone

Lord knows my faith though

I know I'm straight though

Even though I'm cut throat

Used baking soda for a toothpaste

Trash bags for a suitcase

Handed me down from my older brother

But its passed down from his younger days

Tax season was a holiday

The only time I had a birthday

The only time I was full of joy

My momma smiled on mother's day

Cause I jacked bails and gave it to her

Showed her how I cared for her

And that day I told myself imma a jack boy till my life straight

Cant fade away like MJ

I'm a dynamite like JJ

I'm dodging bullets on a daily basis

I'm an inch away from that cemetery

Hard times in my hood

Everyday we're trying to get it

Growing up with no food

How can I forget it

Hard times in my hood

Lord knows we trying to get it

Lord knows we trying to get it

Lord knows we trying to get it

Time ticks in my hood

On the block its shots fired

If you ain't known it ain't good

Used needles and hub caps

Its triflin' where I thug at

Get caught at that dead end

Might never ever get seen again

Three hot links with six kids

Not knowing when they're gonna eat again

Sold dope on a hustle hype

Dope boy in the day light

Jack boy in the late night

Gotta get this paper right

On the streets at 14

Cause momma really didn't represent

It's all about them presidents

Other talk be irrelevant

Baby crying, momma crying

Another black man just got hit

Shrugged his shoulders clean him up

Now it's on to the next vic

Hot water on the oven

Harsh stone

Baby pictures of my cousin clothes got a youngen buzzing

Police doing police things

Gotta get away by all means

Gotta get away by all means

'Cause it all seems like bad schemes and wrong

Things bad bad schemes and wrong things in my photo scene

Dutta gutta baby

Hard times in my hood

Everyday we're trying to get it

Growing up with no food

How can I forget it

Hard times in my hood

Lord knows we tryna get it

Lord knows we tryna get it

Hard times in my hood

In my hood

In my hood