Z.RO

Hard Times

Z.RO


[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]