Hard Times (feat. Big Yaya)
Uh
Yea
God Damn
A lot of shit on my mind gotta tell em one time
I was trapping that work and I did 9-5
Can't Go Broke I gotta get mine
I got on the works I ain't running no lie
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
I feel like Lebron ain't no ending my prime
These hoes ain't nun but a waste of my time
I got me a bag for all the hard times
I pray for Repentance
That nigga run up on me and his life Ima end it
Chevy Oa Told her send it
While life had a landlord now I got me some tenants
I go to the jeweler for Tennis
Christian Dior on my body I feel like a revern
It's right in my pocket my Fn
That nigga run up on me and I'm shooting like Stephen
They talking about playing with hammers
But none of these niggas ain't put in no work
He said he a demon I said go to church
Your big homie a rat how the fuck do that work
Gucci My Boot Put His Ass in the dirt
Dis Aint What You Want but im
Not Lil durk
I'm moving alert
Talk tough on the net in real life you get hurt
Niggas salute me but no I ain't serve
A lot of shit on my mind gotta tell em one time
I was trapping that work and I did 9-5
Can't Go Broke I gotta get mine
I got on the works I ain't running no lie
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
I feel like Lebron ain't no ending my prime
These hoes ain't nun but a waste of my time
I got me a bag for all the hard times
Bust down Watch for the Hardtimes
In the trap still thinking I'm signed
Stop screaming you Grinch you grind
I keep a Glock no nine
Ten toes but I wear a size 9
In Dior Balenci that's 42
I don't fuck with these niggas need a Bentley Coupe
Bro gone Drive cuz I'm trynna shoot
Too high of the yidda need a parachute
And he thought he got wock it was theraflu
I'm in the same clothes but the bands new
And the hoes gotta go to Kentucky before Big Ya ever take em to Cancun
All is get paper like a mailroom
You ain't talking money hear the dial tone
I'm rapping and stepping I'm keeping my weapon
Can't wait till the murder unit get home
A lot of shit on my mind gotta tell em one time
I was trapping that work and I did 9-5
Can't Go Broke I gotta get mine
I got on the works I ain't running no lie
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
I feel like Lebron ain't no ending my prime
These hoes ain't nun but a waste of my time
I got me a bag for all the hard times
Yea
God Damn
A lot of shit on my mind gotta tell em one time
I was trapping that work and I did 9-5
Can't Go Broke I gotta get mine
I got on the works I ain't running no lie
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
I feel like Lebron ain't no ending my prime
These hoes ain't nun but a waste of my time
I got me a bag for all the hard times
I pray for Repentance
That nigga run up on me and his life Ima end it
Chevy Oa Told her send it
While life had a landlord now I got me some tenants
I go to the jeweler for Tennis
Christian Dior on my body I feel like a revern
It's right in my pocket my Fn
That nigga run up on me and I'm shooting like Stephen
They talking about playing with hammers
But none of these niggas ain't put in no work
He said he a demon I said go to church
Your big homie a rat how the fuck do that work
Gucci My Boot Put His Ass in the dirt
Dis Aint What You Want but im
Not Lil durk
I'm moving alert
Talk tough on the net in real life you get hurt
Niggas salute me but no I ain't serve
A lot of shit on my mind gotta tell em one time
I was trapping that work and I did 9-5
Can't Go Broke I gotta get mine
I got on the works I ain't running no lie
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
I feel like Lebron ain't no ending my prime
These hoes ain't nun but a waste of my time
I got me a bag for all the hard times
Bust down Watch for the Hardtimes
In the trap still thinking I'm signed
Stop screaming you Grinch you grind
I keep a Glock no nine
Ten toes but I wear a size 9
In Dior Balenci that's 42
I don't fuck with these niggas need a Bentley Coupe
Bro gone Drive cuz I'm trynna shoot
Too high of the yidda need a parachute
And he thought he got wock it was theraflu
I'm in the same clothes but the bands new
And the hoes gotta go to Kentucky before Big Ya ever take em to Cancun
All is get paper like a mailroom
You ain't talking money hear the dial tone
I'm rapping and stepping I'm keeping my weapon
Can't wait till the murder unit get home
A lot of shit on my mind gotta tell em one time
I was trapping that work and I did 9-5
Can't Go Broke I gotta get mine
I got on the works I ain't running no lie
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
I feel like Lebron ain't no ending my prime
These hoes ain't nun but a waste of my time
I got me a bag for all the hard times
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