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Z-Ro - Hard Times lyrics
f/ Trae [Chorus] Hard times, look over your peoples cause everybody dying Osama Bin Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga This is hard times, like its so much gun smoke and see the stars shine We living on dreams but is they coming true, what I'm gonna do Make a million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two [Trae] Step into the world of a mob nigga, live in so much pain The rain steady pumping me up, locked down on hard times But I'm knowing that I gotta make it, running on my deadline Giving out flat lines, cause if you think that I'm feeling Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery Cause that's where all of my people rest I can't take the stress, I'm fin to send it through somebody chest That's why I walk around pissed off, strapped with a vest I done been through a lot, ready to release the glock Vicinities South, a brother on my Dickie, I be ready to ride And I'm sick of this shit, I ain't fin to be hiding out, lately Street life's got a nigga lost, will I wind up in a coffin I don't know, I'm about to blow, I don't wanna take no mo' But when I bust in a rush, you better hit the flow Reality is a motherfucker, that's what they was telling a nigga That's just the truth, I lost my nigga Screw And Relay too and Andrew, now what about Danny Boo That's fucked up, growing up in a childhood all alone with nobody No mama no daddy, Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us Cause we them thugs of another kind Making these niggas feel us two rhymes Cause if they lived the life that we live They'd probably be broke down, crying and dying [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Living in the ghetto, everyday is a motherfucking test And I just can't rest, gotta keep a vest around my chest Seem like everybody wanna start a little plex Nigga but not me though, I'm trying to focus On bigger and brighter thangs Steady trying to come out the storm From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain Running away from the police Nigga fuck peace, its all about war Nothing but a AK and a HK and a Tommy Gun Sitting in the back of the car, I just can't cope Everybody is a suspect, even if you don't bust I'ma bust back We down to ride and, all you little Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack Been 18 lonely years, since I buried my T Dogs When I be shooting the breeze But I'm still conversating like she ain't gone You can take a look at this light of mine Never did glimmer, never did shine Cause I resort to a life of crime And I know I'm wrong, but I gotta get mine Fools don't understand me, a nigga be nervous 24/7 Puffing on sticky, eyes redder than period candy Look at my pockets, I might as well stop it Because them hoes on flat, look in the freezer And a sive, ain't nothing but a stomach, these are hard times [Chorus] [Trae] Ro pass me the AK, one of these niggas Fin to pay for everything that I'm feeling, ain't no more healing To the head with lead, is the only thing I'ma be drilling My nigga this hard times, and the way that it look I don't think that it's gonna get better, the only thing that's here Is to suck it up, inside I know that's why we not giving a fuck Ready to bust, on anything this life feeling, like we on our last breath I'm quiet as kept, my nigga don't start Or else somebody gon see they death Or hate us like that, but this side of Trae it be like that all times The only thing that I know more than pain, is pain and me never dying [Z-Ro] Poverty stricken and headed to prison Running because of the life, you looking for codeine Or amphetamines, I got em at the cheapest price Living by the rules of the street life, fin to get niggas Better beat the street light home, after dark I par-park Everybody be tripping, attempting to get rich Dig a bigger ditch bitch bleed, I'm a motherfucking man Trying to do all that I can, I always held my ground And I never ran, got shot for taking a stand I need a plexing, because I'm stressing, losing my mind Smoking wesson, my head I'm pressing, hard times [Chorus - 2x] |
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