Hard Times

Yeah, I made it, this bitch somethin'

I'm finally in my bag (My, oh my God)

Now I stay in my bag, turn up (Helluva made the beat, baby)

A lot of these **** mad that I made it

Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'

I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic

She was crazy, my ****, yeah, she played my ****

Hard times don't last

I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag

I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags

Call me 'Mister Get That Head and Never Call Back'

Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on

Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone

Got here on my own, just feel like I need it

Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we even

Still do this shit for Reese, still do this shit for Nell

Got five doin' thirty, another five doin' L's

Who wit' me? I can't tell sometime

It ain't always 'bout the money, they want mail sometime

If I fail I try, like, "Why can't I move on?"

Still, I'm movin' through the city, still I'm movin' through the phone

Still, I'm missin' my dog, they just gave him nineteen

They said, "We collect calls," they don't make 'em like me

Hard times don't last

I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag

I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags

Call me 'Mister Get That Head and Never Call Back'

Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on

Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone

Got here on my own, just feel like I need it

Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we even

On the FaceTime with Skeeter, he like, "Dog, you keep it goin'"

As long as you can move the gram, ****, I can move the orange

Still smilin' in the mornin' when that bag touch

Four hundred thousand cash, got it bustin' out the stash

Remember, when we used to fuck them rats

Now all of my bitches bad

Still would give up my last just to see you one time

If you never make it back, doggy bone, I tried

Yeah, ****, I hit my knees, askin' what it's gon' take

On forever, my dog

A lot of these **** mad that I made it

Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'

I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic

She was crazy, my ****, yeah, she played my ****

Hard times don't last

I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag

I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags

Call me 'Mister Get That Head and Never Call Back'

Hard times don't last

I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag

I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags

Call me 'Mister Get That Head and Never Call Back'