Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Yukmouth - Hard Tymez lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Yukmouth - Hard Tymez lyrics]
Its hard tymezit's hard tymezit's hard tymez
Its hard tymezit's hard tymezthese hard tymez
My people get crushed on by poverty
Got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body
Nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me supply your
Child with a weapon
My nigga ran up in a bank
Sixty seconds for a lifetime bid
And I don't get?
Now he selfish just for trying
To feed his kid
I'm living for mo', lead us out of slavery
Revolution is coming but for
Now we waiting patiently
Started out fiending to eat
And starving together so when we crumble
Survive of this place start
Robbing each other
We got 'jects and those that eject
And those that die
Refuse to come up out their shit
So now they close they eyes
Ask my nilla servin milla at that mexican joe
Muthafuckers ran up with AK's
Straight letting em go
We tried to walk straight and narrow but
We end up going to jail for selling drugs
No wonder my people out here smelling blood
These hard times really be crazy and
I don't want to lose it
But the reality got the pistol b
And I feel like I abused it
Till the banks peeping through cracks
Hoping I see the light
So every night I praying to God
I'm beggin he make me right true 'nuff
We gotta be our own man dying
Ain't part of my plan
I've been broke all through my life so
Struggling and new to me man
I lost family after family
Sittin lonely in my zone
The only way I express myself is
When I'm doing these songs
I throw the drugs I prefer
To face? with my pain
I stay in my lane but appeal
To people I'm doing the same
My brother Deeky in the pen
Facing three with a L
The only thing that he ever
See was penitentiary cell
Through all my niggas pass
Even Big Mello too
To Mafio to Screw Up Click
We gotta ride for you
Cause these be hard times
Deep down I be scarred times
I want to cry but then I
Can't 'cause it be bar time
We got evicted so it's crunch time
See me and my little sister earning free
Brick cheese in the lunch line
Now I'm running from one
Time under the sunshine with one nine
Stick to my hustle stay on my grind
With the fine mind, body, and soul
God placed my feet on solid ground
All ten toes like the deeper than each
Holes in the benz-o, it's more like a trap
To see how far you could get
Without getting blowed off the map
Get stabbed in the back
Getting blast with a gat
In this ghetto and havoc thats when
They move slabs of crack
My parents both died, how to handle that
We light candles and cry wish
We had them back sometimes I want to commit
Suicide blaze the steel
My father died from having HIV, AIDS is real
Lord forgive us 'cause we hustle
Just to pay the bills
Struggled in the projects never stayed
In the hillshard times
Its hard tymezit's hard tymezthese hard tymez
My people get crushed on by poverty
Got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body
Nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me supply your
Child with a weapon
My nigga ran up in a bank
Sixty seconds for a lifetime bid
And I don't get?
Now he selfish just for trying
To feed his kid
I'm living for mo', lead us out of slavery
Revolution is coming but for
Now we waiting patiently
Started out fiending to eat
And starving together so when we crumble
Survive of this place start
Robbing each other
We got 'jects and those that eject
And those that die
Refuse to come up out their shit
So now they close they eyes
Ask my nilla servin milla at that mexican joe
Muthafuckers ran up with AK's
Straight letting em go
We tried to walk straight and narrow but
We end up going to jail for selling drugs
No wonder my people out here smelling blood
These hard times really be crazy and
I don't want to lose it
But the reality got the pistol b
And I feel like I abused it
Till the banks peeping through cracks
Hoping I see the light
So every night I praying to God
I'm beggin he make me right true 'nuff
We gotta be our own man dying
Ain't part of my plan
I've been broke all through my life so
Struggling and new to me man
I lost family after family
Sittin lonely in my zone
The only way I express myself is
When I'm doing these songs
I throw the drugs I prefer
To face? with my pain
I stay in my lane but appeal
To people I'm doing the same
My brother Deeky in the pen
Facing three with a L
The only thing that he ever
See was penitentiary cell
Through all my niggas pass
Even Big Mello too
To Mafio to Screw Up Click
We gotta ride for you
Cause these be hard times
Deep down I be scarred times
I want to cry but then I
Can't 'cause it be bar time
We got evicted so it's crunch time
See me and my little sister earning free
Brick cheese in the lunch line
Now I'm running from one
Time under the sunshine with one nine
Stick to my hustle stay on my grind
With the fine mind, body, and soul
God placed my feet on solid ground
All ten toes like the deeper than each
Holes in the benz-o, it's more like a trap
To see how far you could get
Without getting blowed off the map
Get stabbed in the back
Getting blast with a gat
In this ghetto and havoc thats when
They move slabs of crack
My parents both died, how to handle that
We light candles and cry wish
We had them back sometimes I want to commit
Suicide blaze the steel
My father died from having HIV, AIDS is real
Lord forgive us 'cause we hustle
Just to pay the bills
Struggled in the projects never stayed
In the hillshard times