Hard Times

Pipe that shit up, TNT
D. Major, baby

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

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 till 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’

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

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?