Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Hard Times Lyrics

f/ Trae

 

 [Chorus]

 Hard times, look over your peoples cause everybody dying

 Osama Bin Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this

 How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga

 This is hard times, like its so much gun smoke and see the stars shine

 We living on dreams but is they coming true, what I'm gonna do

 Make a million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two

 

 [Trae]

 Step into the world of a mob nigga, live in so much pain

 The rain steady pumping me up, locked down on hard times

 But I'm knowing that I gotta make it, running on my deadline

 Giving out flat lines, cause if you think that I'm feeling

 Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain

 Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same

 I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery

 Cause that's where all of my people rest

 I can't take the stress, I'm fin to send it through somebody chest

 That's why I walk around pissed off, strapped with a vest

 I done been through a lot, ready to release the glock

 Vicinities South, a brother on my Dickie, I be ready to ride

 And I'm sick of this shit, I ain't fin to be hiding out, lately

 Street life's got a nigga lost, will I wind up in a coffin

 I don't know, I'm about to blow, I don't wanna take no mo'

 But when I bust in a rush, you better hit the flow

 Reality is a motherfucker, that's what they was telling a nigga

 That's just the truth, I lost my nigga Screw 

 And Relay too and Andrew, now what about Danny Boo

 That's fucked up, growing up in a childhood all alone with nobody

 No mama no daddy, Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us

 Cause we them thugs of another kind

 Making these niggas feel us two rhymes

 Cause if they lived the life that we live

 They'd probably be broke down, crying and dying

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Living in the ghetto, everyday is a motherfucking test

 And I just can't rest, gotta keep a vest around my chest

 Seem like everybody wanna start a little plex

 Nigga but not me though, I'm trying to focus 

 On bigger and brighter thangs

 Steady trying to come out the storm

 From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain

 Running away from the police

 Nigga fuck peace, its all about war

 Nothing but a AK and a HK and a Tommy Gun

 Sitting in the back of the car, I just can't cope

 Everybody is a suspect, even if you don't bust I'ma bust back

 We down to ride and, all you little 

 Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack

 Been 18 lonely years, since I buried my T Dogs

 When I be shooting the breeze

 But I'm still conversating like she ain't gone

 You can take a look at this light of mine

 Never did glimmer, never did shine

 Cause I resort to a life of crime

 And I know I'm wrong, but I gotta get mine

 Fools don't understand me, a nigga be nervous 24/7

 Puffing on sticky, eyes redder than period candy

 Look at my pockets, I might as well stop it

 Because them hoes on flat, look in the freezer

 And a sive, ain't nothing but a stomach, these are hard times

 

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 [Trae]

 Ro pass me the AK, one of these niggas

 Fin to pay for everything that I'm feeling, ain't no more healing

 To the head with lead, is the only thing I'ma be drilling

 My nigga this hard times, and the way that it look

 I don't think that it's gonna get better, the only thing that's here

 Is to suck it up, inside I know that's why we not giving a fuck

 Ready to bust, on anything this life feeling, like we on our last breath

 I'm quiet as kept, my nigga don't start 

 Or else somebody gon see they death

 Or hate us like that, but this side of Trae it be like that all times

 The only thing that I know more than pain, is pain and me never dying

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Poverty stricken and headed to prison

 Running because of the life, you looking for codeine

 Or amphetamines, I got em at the cheapest price

 Living by the rules of the street life, fin to get niggas

 Better beat the street light home, after dark I par-park

 Everybody be tripping, attempting to get rich

 Dig a bigger ditch bitch bleed, I'm a motherfucking man

 Trying to do all that I can, I always held my ground

 And I never ran, got shot for taking a stand 

 I need a plexing, because I'm stressing, losing my mind

 Smoking wesson, my head I'm pressing, hard times

 

 [Chorus - 2x]