Asher Roth, Kids These Days, Casey Veggies - Hard Times lyrics

My mother told me never to tell
A dirty old lie
My mother told me never to sell
And just to get by

It's been a long damn summer
And I've been working by the furnace
Fire burning an inferno with a purpose
Feeling like I don't deserve this
Like I've been cursed
I don't need your sympathy
Although I know you know it hurts
It ain't perfect life's not no nursery rhyme
It's as much of a blur as
It is our whole lifetime
And that's fine, I'mma ride with it
Take my time with it
Never underestimate the power
Of the blindness
Yes, your highness follow your instincts
Fingerprints ain't always gonna
Match the logistics
Little bit different, it isn't your typical
Won't always do to others what
You wish was reciprocal
My brothers and sisters all the
Way out there in Liverpool
I feel you a hundred numbers
Be coming I'm flipping too
Don't ever fall in love
Cum in somebody's number two
You may call it dumb but true
You know that we're coming for you: mama said
My mother told me never to tell
A dirty old lie
My mother told me never to sell
And just to get by

Lord knows I take my secrets to the grave
Til I'm in a crown, I'm on my own two
Coming straight from a chunk of cave money
King Kong crew (It's going down)
Swimmin in the river with a stone shoe
But, I be in that bitch still kicking
I'll teach you kung-fu show and prove
The whole team be on the same page
Niggas telling me I'm their idol
And we the same age while back
It wasn't nothing in my
Mind but stayin blazed now picking bitches
Calling options like I'm sayin plays
Take a picture mayne
I'm on some magazine spread shit
Hold the mic tight
I got that rigor mortis dead grip
Got some good brain on the road
I'd say head trip
Fuck her face and bust on her
Mouth: call her lead lip
I'm the baker, I make the bread flip
Niggas be wildin' but you could
Talk like it's crackin'
To get your eggs split
Shells drop and it's an everyday thing
It's a shame, but it's all a part of the game

My mother told me never to tell
A dirty old lie
My mother told me never to sell
And just to get by

Young boss, new dreams
Fresh shoes, new jeans
Tell me what do you see?
Why you tryna do me?
So I had to find out, now you can't find me
Remember three years ago? Like "why
You can't sign me?" thoughts in my mind
I can do all that times three
I grew up not a young'un like "nevermind me""
Born '93, took time to find where my mind be
Now I tell time with gold time piece
My mama told me grind

My mother told me never to tell
A dirty old lie
My mother told me never to sell
And just to get by