Freddie Gibbs - Hard Times lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs - Hard Times lyrics]
Let me show you what my day go like
Take a sneak peak inside my life
I wake up in the morning fiendin' for
Weed so I flame the la
If I ain't got it then I'm
Wonderin' how I'mma get high, with no money
And I just lost my gig
Times hard for the kid no food in the fridge
I'm down to my last dollar
They workin' my last nerve
? face out on the curb, pass the herb
Let me keep gettin' slizzered and my
Problems I might forget 'em
But it could be this weed and
This liquor blurrin' my vision
I don't need that
Either way it go I'mma maintain
Look like I'm fresh outta options
I gotta slang 'caine
It's easy when I just walk up
And put the gun to 'em
Now I'm duckin' niggas that's heated from
What I done to 'em
Sometimes I feel it ain't a doubt in my mind
That I'mma die before I'm 25
That's why I ride with the iron
It's hard times hard livin
You mix it with the hard liquor
We get it how we live nigga, niggas dyin
Niggas snitchin
We still gotta stack figures
We get it how we live nigga
Livin' this life it get you sent away
Gone tomorrow, but you here today
Drug shit is here to stay
The government making a profit
They don't want to stop it
They lockin' niggas in the box when
They try to cop it
The snitches is house niggas and
This is modern day slavery
Coordinated by Reagan in the eighties
Crack babies and crack dealers and crack hoes
On the corner these niggas fourteen with 44's
Cause he ain't ate in a couple days
He huntin' to get his meal
Take a walk in the gutter come
And see how this shit feel
You standin' on the block with
Your stomach in knots
Tryin' to? this last rock
Damn there go the cops
I get it how I live but the
Way I live just ain't right
Close my eyes say a prayer to
Make it through the night
If I should die before I wake then I
Pray the lord my soul to keep
It's cold in the streets nigga
Take a sneak peak inside my life
I wake up in the morning fiendin' for
Weed so I flame the la
If I ain't got it then I'm
Wonderin' how I'mma get high, with no money
And I just lost my gig
Times hard for the kid no food in the fridge
I'm down to my last dollar
They workin' my last nerve
? face out on the curb, pass the herb
Let me keep gettin' slizzered and my
Problems I might forget 'em
But it could be this weed and
This liquor blurrin' my vision
I don't need that
Either way it go I'mma maintain
Look like I'm fresh outta options
I gotta slang 'caine
It's easy when I just walk up
And put the gun to 'em
Now I'm duckin' niggas that's heated from
What I done to 'em
Sometimes I feel it ain't a doubt in my mind
That I'mma die before I'm 25
That's why I ride with the iron
It's hard times hard livin
You mix it with the hard liquor
We get it how we live nigga, niggas dyin
Niggas snitchin
We still gotta stack figures
We get it how we live nigga
Livin' this life it get you sent away
Gone tomorrow, but you here today
Drug shit is here to stay
The government making a profit
They don't want to stop it
They lockin' niggas in the box when
They try to cop it
The snitches is house niggas and
This is modern day slavery
Coordinated by Reagan in the eighties
Crack babies and crack dealers and crack hoes
On the corner these niggas fourteen with 44's
Cause he ain't ate in a couple days
He huntin' to get his meal
Take a walk in the gutter come
And see how this shit feel
You standin' on the block with
Your stomach in knots
Tryin' to? this last rock
Damn there go the cops
I get it how I live but the
Way I live just ain't right
Close my eyes say a prayer to
Make it through the night
If I should die before I wake then I
Pray the lord my soul to keep
It's cold in the streets nigga