Benny the Butcher, DJ Premier, Rick Hyde, Heem B$F, Black Soprano Family - Times Is Rough lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, DJ Premier, Rick Hyde, Heem B$F, Black Soprano Family - Times Is Rough lyrics]
T T Times is rough and tough
D D Damn, is that how it is?
T T Times is rough and tough
T T Tough, t t tough ah
T T T T Times is rough and tough
Damn, is that how it is?
Yeah, the Butcher comin', nigga
T T Times is rough and tough yo, uh
I'm runnin' out of reasons to feel sorry
It's blood in the streets
You gon' get mud on your
Cleats when the field soggy
Shorty gotta use both hands and Jill Scott me
Plug told me, when my records stop selllin'
He still got me
Niggas just catchin' on to the
Numbers I'm checkin' on
Got lucky last summer
Bookies wanna know what I'm bettin' on
Set the bar, kept the tar
Came through like a wreckin' ball
Niggas can't touch a brick without
Puttin' my record on
Six figures out a dirty pyrex
Thought that was all?
I made doubles sign and I'm
Sellin' em on tour bein' up feel good
But not better than bein' sure
I'm a product of the cocaine '80s, drug wars
The moment I start to feel that the love gone
I'll be back with gloves on, just
In case you was rubbed wrong, nigga
And if it ain't Griselda, it's love songs
Nigga and if the dope ain't good
Then it's cut wrong, nigga
Damn, is that how it is?
T T T T Times is rough and tough
Uh, uh, they know d D Damn
It's Heem, nigga
T T T T Times is rough and tough uh
Tell the truth, we don't need no hit's
After me, Butch
And Rick go stupid on this Preemo shit
Stack paper like Pringle chips
I done seen those bricks speakin' Coke
Then the lingo switched
Had the stove doin' Migo tricks
Half a kilo wrist
They want me now 'çause my Vevo lit
Dope money gave me a ego lift
I rode the Riegel with Nicks
These blit's and we pleadin' the fifth
I lived the thug life leadin' to this
Now I sleep at the Ritz
Spend your re-up money shoppin' at Fifths
Street niggas at the top of the list
I was takin' them risks
Sell them twenties 'til you run out the brick
And, nigga, watch how you bump your lips
Before I come off the hip, like Sei Wen
On some cowboy shit
Used to want the Murciélago whip
But now times done switched
Keep the fame, I just wanna be rich
Do this shit for Baby Heem and Prince
Everything legit
Welture's great cheese, eggs, and grit's
Tell the label put my name on the blimp
Time to turn up the temp
Black Sopranos bring the family a win
They know
Damn, is that how it is? Yeah
T T T T Times is rough and tough this Ricky
D D Damn ricky
T T T T Times is rough and tough
Damn, is that how it is? Look
If the scales say a thousand
Grams on it, then, shit
You weighed it up wrong, nigga
I'm runnin' base, I'm really up short, nigga
I know Cam', enough skill, like, "What up
Y'all niggas?" since place two, I'ma upsell
Now it's "Fuck y'all niggas"
I turned ten into a fifty
Nearly lost like thirty-seven of it
I had thirteen left, I put eleven on it
We all shoot like the Warriors
When Kevin on it
Niggas I was bringin' up smoke
But they ain't ever on it
I took advantage of my better moments
All this money, plus I got it out
The mud, so it feel better, don't it?
This Preemo beat needed a legend on it
Like Nip' last song with Khaled
Every bar is valid
If it ain't Soprano drums, it's ballots
If it ain't hard work, it's talent
You not at all a challenge
Niqualinda, never lost my balance
You gon' have to dig
Deeper than Dallas, motherfucker, huh
T T Times is rough and tough
D D Damn, is that how it is?
T T Times is rough and tough
T T Tough, t t tough
T T T T Times is rough and tough
D D Damn, is that how it is?
T T Times is rough and tough
T T Tough, t t tough ah
T T T T Times is rough and tough
Damn, is that how it is?
Yeah, the Butcher comin', nigga
T T Times is rough and tough yo, uh
I'm runnin' out of reasons to feel sorry
It's blood in the streets
You gon' get mud on your
Cleats when the field soggy
Shorty gotta use both hands and Jill Scott me
Plug told me, when my records stop selllin'
He still got me
Niggas just catchin' on to the
Numbers I'm checkin' on
Got lucky last summer
Bookies wanna know what I'm bettin' on
Set the bar, kept the tar
Came through like a wreckin' ball
Niggas can't touch a brick without
Puttin' my record on
Six figures out a dirty pyrex
Thought that was all?
I made doubles sign and I'm
Sellin' em on tour bein' up feel good
But not better than bein' sure
I'm a product of the cocaine '80s, drug wars
The moment I start to feel that the love gone
I'll be back with gloves on, just
In case you was rubbed wrong, nigga
And if it ain't Griselda, it's love songs
Nigga and if the dope ain't good
Then it's cut wrong, nigga
Damn, is that how it is?
T T T T Times is rough and tough
Uh, uh, they know d D Damn
It's Heem, nigga
T T T T Times is rough and tough uh
Tell the truth, we don't need no hit's
After me, Butch
And Rick go stupid on this Preemo shit
Stack paper like Pringle chips
I done seen those bricks speakin' Coke
Then the lingo switched
Had the stove doin' Migo tricks
Half a kilo wrist
They want me now 'çause my Vevo lit
Dope money gave me a ego lift
I rode the Riegel with Nicks
These blit's and we pleadin' the fifth
I lived the thug life leadin' to this
Now I sleep at the Ritz
Spend your re-up money shoppin' at Fifths
Street niggas at the top of the list
I was takin' them risks
Sell them twenties 'til you run out the brick
And, nigga, watch how you bump your lips
Before I come off the hip, like Sei Wen
On some cowboy shit
Used to want the Murciélago whip
But now times done switched
Keep the fame, I just wanna be rich
Do this shit for Baby Heem and Prince
Everything legit
Welture's great cheese, eggs, and grit's
Tell the label put my name on the blimp
Time to turn up the temp
Black Sopranos bring the family a win
They know
Damn, is that how it is? Yeah
T T T T Times is rough and tough this Ricky
D D Damn ricky
T T T T Times is rough and tough
Damn, is that how it is? Look
If the scales say a thousand
Grams on it, then, shit
You weighed it up wrong, nigga
I'm runnin' base, I'm really up short, nigga
I know Cam', enough skill, like, "What up
Y'all niggas?" since place two, I'ma upsell
Now it's "Fuck y'all niggas"
I turned ten into a fifty
Nearly lost like thirty-seven of it
I had thirteen left, I put eleven on it
We all shoot like the Warriors
When Kevin on it
Niggas I was bringin' up smoke
But they ain't ever on it
I took advantage of my better moments
All this money, plus I got it out
The mud, so it feel better, don't it?
This Preemo beat needed a legend on it
Like Nip' last song with Khaled
Every bar is valid
If it ain't Soprano drums, it's ballots
If it ain't hard work, it's talent
You not at all a challenge
Niqualinda, never lost my balance
You gon' have to dig
Deeper than Dallas, motherfucker, huh
T T Times is rough and tough
D D Damn, is that how it is?
T T Times is rough and tough
T T Tough, t t tough
T T T T Times is rough and tough