Hard Times

Hard times in my hood
 Everyday we're trying to get it
 Growing up with no food
 How can I forget it
 Hard times in my hood
 Lord knows we're trying to get it
 Lord knows we're trying to get it
 Lord knows we're trying to get it
 Lifestyle of a young bull
 Hard times in my hood
 These hard knocks, heart stops
 For that 40 glock and that pinewood
 Got no bed no hot water
 While I grind harder and I fight harder
 Time and a place for everything but I couldn't wait on no timeframes
 No end zones just kill zones
 Day one is like a flip phone
 Take a stand now case closed
 I can't trust, not one soul
 My twin gone, granny gone
 Lord knows my faith though
 I know I'm straight though
 Even though I'm cut throat
 Used baking soda for a toothpaste
 Trash bags for a suitcase
 Handed me down from my older brother
 But its passed down from his younger days
 Tax season was a holiday
 The only time I had a birthday
 The only time I was full of joy
 My momma smiled on mother's day
 Cause I jacked bails and gave it to her
 Showed her how I cared for her
 And that day I told myself imma a jack boy till my life straight
 Cant fade away like MJ
 I'm a dynamite like JJ
 I'm dodging bullets on a daily basis
 I'm an inch away from that cemetery
 Hard times in my hood
 Everyday we're trying to get it
 Growing up with no food
 How can I forget it
 Hard times in my hood
 Lord knows we trying to get it
 Lord knows we trying to get it
 Lord knows we trying to get it
 Time ticks in my hood
 On the block its shots fired
 If you ain't known it ain't good
 Used needles and hub caps
 Its triflin' where I thug at
 Get caught at that dead end
 Might never ever get seen again
 Three hot links with six kids
 Not knowing when they're gonna eat again
 Sold dope on a hustle hype
 Dope boy in the day light
 Jack boy in the late night
 Gotta get this paper right
 On the streets at 14
 Cause momma really didn't represent
 It's all about them presidents
 Other talk be irrelevant
 Baby crying, momma crying
 Another black man just got hit
 Shrugged his shoulders clean him up
 Now it's on to the next vic
 Hot water on the oven
 Harsh stone
 Baby pictures of my cousin clothes got a youngen buzzing
 Police doing police things
 Gotta get away by all means
 Gotta get away by all means
 'Cause it all seems like bad schemes and wrong
 Things bad bad schemes and wrong things in my photo scene
 Dutta gutta baby
 Hard times in my hood
 Everyday we're trying to get it
 Growing up with no food
 How can I forget it
 Hard times in my hood
 Lord knows we tryna get it
 Lord knows we tryna get it
 Hard times in my hood
 In my hood
 In my hood