Hard Times

(专辑： Young & Turnt, Vol. 2 - 2020)

Yeah, I made it, this bitch something
I'm finally in my bag (My, oh my God)
Now I stay in my bag, turn up (Helluva made the beat, baby)

A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Acting like they happy, deep down, I know they hating
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playing my nigga

Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got something going on
Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me something, keep it pushing, we ain't even

Still do this shit for Reese, still do this shit for Nell
Got five doing thirty, another five doing Neff
Who in my I can't tell sometime?
They don't know it's about the money, won't mail sometime
If I fail I try, like, "Why can't I move on?"
Still, I'm moving through the city, still I'm moving through the phone
Still, I'm missing my dog, they just gave him nine, ten
They said, "We collect calls," they don't make 'em like me

Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got something going on
Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me something, keep it pushing, we ain't even

On the face, I was Skeeter, like, dog, you keep it going
As long as you can move the gram nigga, I can move the orange
Still smiling in the morning when that bag touch
Four hundred thousand cash, got it busting out the stacks
Remember when we used to fuck them racks
Now all of my bitches bad
Still would give up my last just to see you one time
If you never make it back, doggy bone, I tried
Yeah, [?] ask him what it's gon' take
[?] forever [?]
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Acting like they happy, deep down, I know they hating
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playing my nigga

Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back

Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back