Hard Times

Pipe that shit up, TNT D. Major, baby Chorus Ayy, if it happen, it was meant to happen And I don't fuck with these niggas, be cappin' They know we with that action We light them up and let niggas have it And they be hating on me You can put the blame on me Them niggas changed on me You can see my pain run deep Verse Ayy, first of all, I wanna thank you for showing your hand How you niggas playin' it gangsta but taking the stand See what I'm saying, if you ask me, niggas bitches I don't fuck with no rappers, 'cause we different, listen I was on the block with Brock chasing guap 'til the sun came Now we swapping Glock, when they pop like the gun game If it's beef, then we turn your street to a gun range I was lookin' Monday, caught his ass Sunday You a rat, and your son a mouse, jit get all the clout Know it's consequences in these streets that you not about For you clowns who can't keep my name out your fucking mouth Thirty rounds, line 'em all up and knock 'em fucking down In that stolo dolo creepin' all weekend Left him dead on the cement, sneak beefin' In that stolo dolo creepin' all weekend Left him dead on the cement, sneak beefin' Chorus Ayy, if it happen, it was meant to happen And I don't fuck with these niggas, be cappin' They know we with that action We light them up and let niggas have it And they be hating on me You can put the blame on me Them niggas changed on me You can see my pain run deep Outro Real painful shit You know hard times made a nigga For real, I'm built off hard times, you know Anything, I go through 'bout anything, nigga Dolo, nigga, what