Peezy - Hard Time lyrics

Hard times they spread, just like the flu
Watch out my nigga don't let it catch you
P-p-prices goin' up don't let your money
Go down
'Cuz when you got short money it feel
Like you stuck on the ground

These hard times got a nigga
Out here stressin'
Shorty put down the books and picked
Up the Smith and Wesson
He really can't hustle plus the nigga
With the bag won't hit him
Now he out here tryna catch a nigga slippin'
Get it how you live with
How everybody keep tellin' him
Not even sixteen
Damn near got three felonies
Dropped out of school and want
Shit but an attempt
And to make it worse he finna
Have a baby by trick
No guidance, thinkin' with his dick
Never had the OGs to tell him shit
Now the word around town he takin' hit's
He came up in church like grimy as a git

Hard times got these niggas doin' all day
Hard times will make a nigga do you broad day
Hard times have a nigga out here job huntin'
Hard times make a nigga wanna rob somethin'
Hard times will make a
Nigga shake somethin' down
Hard times will make a
Nigga spray somethin' down
Hard times got these lil' kids droppin' out
Hard times got these fake niggas plottin' now

Baby girl out here fuckin' grown niggas
Her daddy wasn't around now she
Want her own nigga her mamma always workin'
She don't get along with her
Now she tryna get did right
By the wrong nigga
He got the perfect plan he gon'
Hit the road with her
She thinkin' it's the perfect time
To make her own pennies
But he ain't even goin' though
He finna send his mans
And she ain't even know it that's
When shit hit the fan
Car pulled over, officer say he smelled weed
Stripped the whole car found
A thousand somethin' beans
But she ain't finna tell she gon'
Take it for the team
Give baby five years she
Wasn't shit but seventeen

Hard times got these niggas doin' all day
Hard times will make a nigga do you broad day
Hard times have a nigga out here job huntin'
Hard times make a nigga wanna rob somethin'
Hard times will make a
Nigga shake somethin' down
Hard times will make a
Nigga spray somethin' down
Hard times got these lil' kids droppin' out
Hard times got these fake niggas plottin' now

They spread, just like the flu
Watch out my nigga don't let it catch
P-p-prices goin' up don't let
Your money go down
'Cuz when you got short money it feel
Like you stuck on the ground