Hard Times

Aye, If it happened it was meant to happen

And I don't fuck with these **** be cappin'

They know we with that action

We light 'em up and let **** have it

And they be hating on me

You can put the blame on me

**** changed on me

You can see my pain run deep

Aye, first of all I wanna thank you for showing your hand

How you **** playin' it gangsta, but taking the stand?

See what I'm saying, if you ask me, **** bitches

I don't fuck with no rappers 'cause we different, listen

I was on the block with Brock, chasing guap till the sun came

Know we swapping Glocks when they pop like the gun game

If it's beef, then we turn your street to a gun range

I was lookin' Monday, caught his ass Sunday

You a rat and your son a mouse, jit get all the clout

Know it's consequences in these streets that you not about

For you clowns who can't keep my name out your fucking mouth

Thirty rounds, line 'em all up and knock 'em fucking down

In that stolo dolo, creepin' all weekend

Left him dead on the cement, sneak beefin'

In that stolo dolo creepin' all weekend

Left him dead on the cement

If it happened it was meant to happen

And I don't fuck with these **** be cappin'

They know we with that action

We light 'em up and let **** have it

And they be hating on me

You can put the blame on me

**** changed on me

You can see my pain run deep

Real painful shit

Uh, you know hard times made a ****

For real, I'm built off hard times, you know

Anything I go through, boy, anything

**** dolo, ****, what?