ROUGH TIMES PART 2
Rough times
Rough times
Real shit man niggas only see the glamor
They don't know about getting it out the mud
This for the real
Pain temporary quitting lasts forever
Rough times
Popping Champaign for the rough times
We hopped the 6 train now we bring them coupes through
From where you don't choose the streets the streets choose you
No Drake back to back niggas dying we use to
Well connected in the streets before Bluetooth
Popping Champaign for the rough times
Reminiscing for my dawgs who done died
For my soldiers locked up doing time
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
My grandfather got killed I got to represent
Real drug lord Feds magazine for the evidence
Swear for the pain this music shit my medicine
Fuck the politics I'm only into dead presidents
Niggas with the loyalty tats they be the fakest ones
That's why I stay on top of my paper like a staple gun
Learn from other people mistakes how to avoid the cops
So you aint gotta touch that stove to even know its hot
My moms was pregnant with me my pops was in a cell
Imagine the first time meeting your father in jail
When spice got shot my heart really turned stale
Free my brother I could feel his pain through the mail
Free Trav he know he good on all commissary
If you my dawg you know I got you you ain't gotta worry
My grandmother got sick tumors in her brain
Seeing her hooked to monitors made me go insane
We hopped the 6 train now we bring them coupes through
From where you don't choose the streets the streets choose you
No Drake back to back niggas dying we use to
Well connected in the streets before Bluetooth
Popping Champaign for the rough times
Reminiscing for my dawgs who done died
For my soldiers locked up doing time
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
Think of 1820 & start reminiscing
Up in 3k aunt Freda always made the best chicken
T Rod and Kev shorts talked I always sit and listen
Me and Sammy used to fight everyday sometimes I miss it
Police raided the crib asking for my uncle
My momma kept 100 she ain't snitch or crumble
Police car cuffed up with my mother and brother
Family over everything we would die for each other
Playing skelzies tops and some booty tag
Running around sharing quarter juices hearing ruggers' blast
Started living on my own it really got bad
Stealing from macy's even started robbing yellow cabs
Never used my pops or uncle even for their stain
You gotta respect it I built up my own name
Nothing for me to get a brick inside the drug game
I rather just sale these lines my music cocaine
We hopped the 6 train now we bring them coupes through
From where you don't choose the streets the streets choose you
No Drake back to back niggas dying we use to
Well connected in the streets before Bluetooth
Popping Champaign for the rough times
Reminiscing for my dawgs who done died
For my soldiers locked up doing time
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
Popping Champaign for the rough times
Reminiscing for my dawgs who done died
We took the 6 train now we bring them coupes through
From where you don't choose the streets the streets choose you
Rough times
Rough times
Real shit man niggas only see the glamor
They don't know about getting it out the mud
This for the real
Pain temporary quitting lasts forever
Rough times
Popping Champaign for the rough times
We hopped the 6 train now we bring them coupes through
From where you don't choose the streets the streets choose you
No Drake back to back niggas dying we use to
Well connected in the streets before Bluetooth
Popping Champaign for the rough times
Reminiscing for my dawgs who done died
For my soldiers locked up doing time
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
My grandfather got killed I got to represent
Real drug lord Feds magazine for the evidence
Swear for the pain this music shit my medicine
Fuck the politics I'm only into dead presidents
Niggas with the loyalty tats they be the fakest ones
That's why I stay on top of my paper like a staple gun
Learn from other people mistakes how to avoid the cops
So you aint gotta touch that stove to even know its hot
My moms was pregnant with me my pops was in a cell
Imagine the first time meeting your father in jail
When spice got shot my heart really turned stale
Free my brother I could feel his pain through the mail
Free Trav he know he good on all commissary
If you my dawg you know I got you you ain't gotta worry
My grandmother got sick tumors in her brain
Seeing her hooked to monitors made me go insane
We hopped the 6 train now we bring them coupes through
From where you don't choose the streets the streets choose you
No Drake back to back niggas dying we use to
Well connected in the streets before Bluetooth
Popping Champaign for the rough times
Reminiscing for my dawgs who done died
For my soldiers locked up doing time
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
Think of 1820 & start reminiscing
Up in 3k aunt Freda always made the best chicken
T Rod and Kev shorts talked I always sit and listen
Me and Sammy used to fight everyday sometimes I miss it
Police raided the crib asking for my uncle
My momma kept 100 she ain't snitch or crumble
Police car cuffed up with my mother and brother
Family over everything we would die for each other
Playing skelzies tops and some booty tag
Running around sharing quarter juices hearing ruggers' blast
Started living on my own it really got bad
Stealing from macy's even started robbing yellow cabs
Never used my pops or uncle even for their stain
You gotta respect it I built up my own name
Nothing for me to get a brick inside the drug game
I rather just sale these lines my music cocaine
We hopped the 6 train now we bring them coupes through
From where you don't choose the streets the streets choose you
No Drake back to back niggas dying we use to
Well connected in the streets before Bluetooth
Popping Champaign for the rough times
Reminiscing for my dawgs who done died
For my soldiers locked up doing time
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
Popping Champaign for the rough times
Reminiscing for my dawgs who done died
We took the 6 train now we bring them coupes through
From where you don't choose the streets the streets choose you
Rough times
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Writer(s): Rondell Burroughs
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