Hard Times

Yeah, I made it, this bitch somethin' I'm finally in my bag (my, oh my God) Now I stay in my bag, turn up (helluva made the beat, baby) A lot of these niggas mad that I made it Actin' like they happy, deep down, know they hatin' I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic She was crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga Hard times don't last I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags Call me mister get that head and never call back Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on Don't hit me on the 'gram, bitch, don't call my phone Got here on my own, just feel like I need it Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we even Still do this shit for rece, still do this shit for Nell Got five doin' thirty, another five doin' L's Who wit me, I can't tell sometime? It ain't always 'bout the money, they want mail sometime If I fail I tried, like, why can't I move on? Still, I'm movin' through the city, still I'm movin' through the phone Still missin' my dog, they just gave him nineteen They said, "we collect calls," they don't make 'em like me Hard times don't last I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags Call me mister get that head and never call back Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on Don't hit me on the 'gram, bitch, don't call my phone Got here on my own, just feel like I need it Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we even On the face-time with skeeter, like, doggy keep it goin' As long as you can move the gram nigga, I can move the orange Still smilin' in the mornin' when that bag touch Four hundred thousand cash, got it bustin' out the stash Remember when we used to fuck them rats now all of my bitches bad Still would give up my last just to see you one time If you never make it back, doggy bone, I tried Every night, I hit my knees, ask him what it's gon' take On forever A lot of these niggas mad that I made it Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin' I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic She was crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga Hard times don't last I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags Call me mister get that head and never call back Hard times don't last I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags Call me mister get that head and never call back