Hard Times

Yea I come from the struggle it was hard times
My white boy like john stockton he dropping all dimes
Pour some patron on a rollie that's how I'm wasting time
I'm not a third grade teacher but I keep the eights and nines
Yea its nothing for me to give you a hard time
Everyday I think back to them hard times
Free my niggas locked in the pin doing hard time
Yo bitch came over for a day I gave her a hard time

Hard times Fucking with me you get hogged tied
Play skate if one of us slide nigga we all slide
And if yo peoples want smoke nigga we all fried
Every nigga rolling with me grew up on hard times
So just know if you got something it can become mine
If he live two two threes ill rearrange his spine
It was raining in my room it was hard times
I remember we ani't have no water it was hard times
And I was still flowing through the hard times
All I had was god that got me through them hard times
You ani't never seen this before like a car flying
Until them bullets hit his doe and now his car flying
He tried to get out the door he had a hard time
My young bull got caught selling hard now he doing time
I'm in the race to success i'm at the finish line
And I'm doing numbers like mix fractions you getting simplified

Yea I come from the struggle it was hard times
My white boy like john stockton he dropping all dimes
Pour some patron on a rollie how im wasting time
I'm not a third grade teacher but I keep the eights and nines
Yea its nothing for me to give you a hard time
Everyday I think back to them hard times
Free my niggas locked in the pin doing hard time
Yo bitch came over for a day I gave her a hard time



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Writer(s): Samuel Tate
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