Songtext Hard times Tee Grizzley

Hard times

I keep tellin' my bitch don't cry
Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie
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
Knew I had a hard time bein' broke
Okay, I don't have a hard time sayin' 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 yo face, I gotta beat the road

I be chillin', I can pop it
Half-a-million-dollar watches
Call it what you want, I'm rich and still would tell you I ain't got it, nigga
I come from watchin' pops in the kitchen tryna lock a nigga
I wouldn't get on side of this whip, we ride with choppers, nigga
Jet to the island, tell my bitch, "Bring a friend or two"
She gon' dance for a thousand, I'm tryna see what ten would do
We don't speak on these niggas, you lil' ass boys invisible
Them new Glocks ain't stoppin' shit, bro still gon' put that switch to use
How is a problem if I leave when I come back with all this pape?
I'm a boss, I got employees, I can dock a nigga pay
Seem like more money you make, more niggas wanna see that grave
We in LA with them states, don't think you finna get no fade, nigga
I keep tellin' my bitch don't cry
Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie
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
Knew I had a hard time bein' broke
Okay, I don't have a hard time sayin' 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, ain't hear nothin' 'bout what the road say
By the time I come home, bae, I'll be 44, I will
I just wrote my will, the Lord knows this life get real, I say
Dummy, don't poke fun, you get a bond, you comin' here
Feel my time be comin' near
Put insurance on all my jewels, but if he reach, he still kill
He flipped the truck and made the news
I thank the Lord I'm still here
Thank the Lord I'm still
Thank the Lord I'm still him
Bitch, I went broke so many times, that's why the trenches feel him

I keep tellin' my bitch don't cry
Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie
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
Knew I had a hard time bein' broke