B.G.

Hard Times

B.G.


Who put this shit together 

I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' nigga trust that 
Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at 
Never goin' ta school all kinda bull-shit 
They callin' my moma in I got her lookin' unfit 
But look it aint Cint fault I turned out this way 
Its my fault she told me right from wrong everyday 
When my daddy got killed I think thats when I went a stray 
Mark Nell L.T. and me made niggas lay on they face 
We was about that gunplay and on the grind 
We was on a paper chase we wanted ta shine 
Gotta get it how you live where the fuck I'm from 
Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck I'm from 
Growin' up in the streets best believe its dangerous 
They lock us up but the jail aint changin' us 
You'll make it how i live if you don't mind dyin' 
Growin' up in my shoes best believe was hard times nigga 

(Chorus) 2x 
Hard times got a nigga in all black 
I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where its at 
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga 
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga 

Its a hard time comin' up where I'm from like a twister spinnin' 
Don't get caught in it 
Its drastic drama its everyday life whoa 
Jackin' is a way of livin 'if you aint on the right road 
I move fast my people say I need ta slow down 
Close ya nose or ya gonna go down 
I'm beefin' with different sets I'm duckin' them white folks 
Playin' my hoes close 
They tied up like a rope 
I'm slangin' tryin' ta make a million and chill 
Buy a ten story buildin' and a football field 
Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill 
Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don't keep it real 
My mama cryin' cuz she think I'ma get my head bust 
But I tell her growin' up with no daddy is rough 
Welfare aint enough 
And I wanna shine 
So I'm goin get mine nigga and get out these hard times whoa 

(Chorus) 2x 

Me and my niggas buyin' cars don't give a fuck what its costin' 
Neighborhood superstar Hot Boy$ bout flossin' 
Crossin any of us get that put in a coffin 
You don't hear we loss a shoot-out very often 
We ballin' 
Shot callin' 
Walkin' to the top 
And when we get there believe we closin' shop 
I'm lettin' my law down makin' Gs nigga 
I done been through them hard times I'm makin' chesse nigga 
Me and Fresh can hook up and make a hit with ease nigga 
Fade me the B.G. pretty please nigga 
I'm a six figure 
Money go-getter 
Drivin' expedition 
Bet a bitch quick and put another hoe in her position 
Riches is what I'm chasin' everyday nigga 
Killin' bustas bringin that bitch in my way nigga 
Tryin' ta shine Ca$h Money on the grind nigga 
Stackin' gingles cuz we done been through hard times nigga peep me 

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