Hard Times Lyrics by Tee Grizzley
(Feat. Hurricane Wisdom)
Fall (I’m fallin’ again, I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’ again)
I keep on tellin’ my bitch, “Don’t cry”
Fall (I’m fallin’ again)
Woah (I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’ again)
Fall (I’m fallin’ again)
Oh-woah (I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’ again), oh
Fall (I’m fallin’ again, I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’ again)
I say
I keep on tellin’ my bitch, “Don’t cry” (Woah)
Can’t say this shit won’t hurt again, this time, I won’t lie (Woah)
My opps won’t dare to speak again, I tell ’em, “Don’t die”
Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that’s just for hard times
Know I had a hard time being broke
Okay, I don’t have a hard time saying, “No”
It’s a problem if I stay, problem if I go
It’s like, more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong
I can’t lay up and beat your face
‘Cause I gotta beat the road
Brodie chillin’, I can pop it, half-a-million-dollar watches
Call it what you want, I’m rich and still’ll tell you, “I ain’t got it, nigga”
I come from watchin’ Pops in the kitchen, tryna lock a nigga (Tryna lock)
I wouldn’t get onside of this whip, we ridin’ with choppers, nigga (Buh)
Jet to the island, told my bitch, “Bring a friend or two” (Bring a friend or two)
She gon’ dance for a thousand, I’m tryna see what ten’ll do (I’m tryna see what ten’ll do)
We don’t speak on these niggas, you lil’-ass boys invisible (Invisible)
Them new Glocks ain’t stoppin’ shit, bro still gon’ put that switch to use (Brrt)
How it’s a problem if I leave when I come back with all this pape’? (When I come back with all this pape’)
I’m a boss, I got employees, I can dock a nigga pay (Boy, I can dock a nigga pay)
Seem like more money you make, more niggas wanna see that grave (More niggas wanna see that grave)
We in L.A. with them sticks, don’t think you finna get no fade, nigga
I keep on tellin’ my bitch, “Don’t cry” (Woah)
Can’t say this shit won’t hurt again, this time, I won’t lie (Woah)
My opps won’t dare to speak again, I tell ’em, “Don’t die”
Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that’s just for hard times
Know I had a hard time being broke
Okay, I don’t have a hard time saying, “No”
It’s a problem if I stay, problem if I go
It’s like, more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong
They say the streets don’t love no one, I ain’t hear nothin’ ’bout the road
Say, by the time that I’ll come home, bae, I’ll be forty-four, I will
I just wrote my will, Lord knows this life get real
I say, dumb boy, don’t play with funds, you get a bun, you come in here
I feel my time be coming near
Put insurance on all my jewels, but if he reach, he still killed
He flipped the truck, could’ve made the news, I thank the Lord, I’m still here
I thank the Lord, I’m still— (Woah)
I thank the Lord, I’m still him
Bitch, I went broke so many times, that’s why the trenches feel him
I keep on tellin’ my bitch, “Don’t cry” (Woah)
Can’t say this shit won’t hurt again, this time, I won’t lie (Woah)
My opps won’t dare to speak again, I tell ’em, “Don’t die”
Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that’s just for hard times
Know I had a hard time being broke
Fall (I’m fallin’ again, I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’ again)
Fall (I’m fallin’ again)
