Hard Times

You won't tell him my piece, don't cry. Wow.

I say, you won't tell him my piece, don't cry.

Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie. My opps won't die to speak again, I tell him don't die.

Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times.

Know I had a hard time bein' broke. Okay, I don't have a hard time sayin' no.

It's a problem if I stay, problem if I go. Seems like more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong.

I can't lay off and beat your face, I gotta feed a roadie.

I be chillin', I can pop it, half a million dollar watches.

Call it what you want, I'm rich and still will tell you I ain't got it, nigga.

I come from watchin' pops in the kitchen tryna lock it, nigga.

I wouldn't get on side of this whip, we ride with choppers, nigga.

Jet to the island, told my bitch bring a friend or two. She gon' dance for a thousand, I'm tryna see what ten'll do.

We don't speak on these niggas, you lil' ass boys invisible.

Them new Glocks ain't stoppin' shit, bro still gon' put that switch to you.

I ask the problem if I leave when I come back with all this cake. I'm a boss, I got employees, I can dock a nigga pay.

Seem like more money you make, more niggas wanna see that grave.

We in LA with them sticks, don't think you finna get on tape, nigga.

You won't tell him my piece, don't cry.

Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie. My opps won't die to speak again, I tell him don't die.

Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times.

Know I had a hard time bein' broke. Okay, I don't have a hard time sayin' no.

It's a problem if I stay, problem if I go. Seems like more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong.

They say the streets don't lie, no one ain't hear nothin' 'bout the road.

I say, by the time my dog come home, bae I'll be twenty-four, oh well.

I just wrote my will, Lord knows this life be real.

I say, double them pool funds, you get a bond, you comin' here. I feel my time be comin' up.

Put insurance on all my jewels, but if he reach, he still killed.

They flipped the truck, could've made the news, I thank the Lord I'm still here.

I thank the Lord I'm still-- I thank the Lord I'm still here. Bitch, I went broke so many times, that's why the trenches feel him.

You won't tell him my piece, don't cry. Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time

I won't lie. My opps won't die to speak again, I tell him don't die.

Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times.

Know I had a hard time bein' broke.