Paulie & Vito

T—T—Times is rough and tough D—D—Damn, is that how it is? T—T—Times is rough and tough T—T—Tough, t—t—tough Ah T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough Damn, is that how it is? Yeah, the Butcher comin', nigga T—T—Times is rough and tough Yo, uh I'm runnin' out of reasons to feel sorry, it's blood in the streets You gon' get mud on your cleats when the field soggy Shorty gotta use both hands and Jill Scott me Plug told me, when my records stop selllin', he still got me Niggas just catchin' on to the numbers I'm checkin' on Got lucky last summer, bookies wanna know what I'm bettin' on Set the bar, kept the tar, came through like a wreckin' ball Niggas can't touch a brick without puttin' my record on Six figures out a dirty pyrex, thought that was all? I made doubles sign and I'm sellin' em on tour Bein' up feel good, but not better than bein' sure I'm a product of the cocaine '80s, drug wars (Drug wars) The moment I start to feel that the love gone I'll be back with gloves on, just in case you was rubbed wrong, nigga And if it ain't Griselda, it's love songs, nigga And if the dope ain't good, then it's cut wrong, nigga Damn, is that how it is? T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough Uh, uh, they know D—D—Damn It's Heem, nigga T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough Uh Tell the truth, we don't need no hits (Uh-uh) After me, Butch, and Rick go stupid on this Preemo shit (Preemo) Stack paper like Pringle chips (We stackin', nigga) I done seen those bricks speakin' Coke, then the lingo switched Had the stove doin' Migo tricks (Real, real, haha) Half a kilo wrist, they want me now 'çause my Vevo lit Dope money gave me a ego lift, I rode the Riegel with Nicks These blits and we pleadin' the fifth (Shh) I lived the thug life leadin' to this (Ayo) Now I sleep at the Ritz Spend your re-up money shoppin' at Fifths (That shit light, nigga) Street niggas at the top of the list, I was takin' them risks (Right there) Sell them twenties 'til you run out the brick And, nigga, watch how you bump your lips Before I come off the hip, like Sei-Wen, on some cowboy shit Used to want the Murciélago whip, but now times done switched (Skrrt) Keep the fame, I just wanna be rich (That's all I want) Do this shit for Baby Heem and Prince, everything legit Welture's great cheese, eggs, and grits (Hahaha) Tell the label put my name on the blimp, time to turn up the temp Black Sopranos bring the family a win, they know Damn, is that how it is? Yeah T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough This Ricky D—D—Damn Ricky T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough Damn, is that how it is? Look If the scales say a thousand grams on it, then, shit You weighed it up wrong, nigga I'm runnin' base, I'm really up short, nigga I know Cam', enough skill, like, "What up, y'all niggas?" (What up?) Since place two, I'ma upsell, now it's "Fuck y'all niggas" (That money) I turned ten into a fifty, nearly lost like thirty-seven of it I had thirteen left, I put eleven on it (Yeah, yeah, whip) We all shoot like the Warriors when Kevin on it (Brr) Niggas I was bringin' up smoke, but they ain't ever on it (Wow) I took advantage of my better moments (Yeah) All this money, plus I got it out the mud, so it feel better, don't it? This Preemo beat needed a legend on it Like Nip' last song with Khaled, every bar is valid If it ain't Soprano drums, it's ballots If it ain't hard work, it's talent (Haha) You not at all a challenge (Nah) Niqualinda, never lost my balance You gon' have to dig deeper than Dallas, motherfucker, huh (Yeah) T—T—Times is rough and tough D—D—Damn, is that how it is? T—T—Times is rough and tough T—T—Tough, t—t—tough T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough