Hard Times

[Verse: T.Y.]
I ain't even wana throw it to 'em
Nigga was playing with my chips
Nigga thought I was on some lacking shit
Nigga thought he could catch me slipping
Fuck around and put the clip in
Niggas nowadays tripping, they dipping
Only telling you what's going on
Hard times will have them youngins running in your home
9 times out of 10 you live and you die by the chrome
You see a mug on my face then don't ask me what's wrong
I'm real young and my mother fucking nerves bad
My momma working and they still haven't free'd my dad
Lil' brother looking like he taking the road that I had
Run through them hoes whenever we getting to the pad
You man a pussy and his patna is a whole fag
She better have her mind right if she want them bags
Cause I be quick to drop you off where I met you at
And you will never be able to get back on this jet
And since we talking bout that then shout out to my set
Bitch I'm that nigga who be making all your dreams wet
You don't keep it real with me and I ain't feeling that
If you don't have it all in cash you better have a check
Pussy and guap the only thing that be hitting my jack
Bitch I'm a stoner I don't ask where the weed at
I'm going straight to the top and you could believe that
I came to shut the city down now where the freaks at
From the sideline that's where I like to creep at
I'm just a young nigga out here who chasing mills
My mind you gon' respect or shit gon' get real
Put yo' hands in the air if you don't give a fuck
And burn one for B. Gizzle since he locked up

[Chorus](x2)
Ever since I was a youngin bitch I been that nigga
Fuckin' with me you better have a whole army with ya
I be coming with it I gotta let my nuts hang
Ain't going out like no hoe it's a bust back thing