Hard Time Peezy

[Intro]
Hard times
They spread, just like the flu
Watch out my nigga don't let it catch you
P-p-prices goin' up don't let your money go down
'Cuz when you got short money it feel like you stuck on the ground

[Verse 1]
These hard times got a nigga out here stressin'
Shorty put down the books and picked up the Smith and Wesson
He really can't hustle plus the nigga with the bag won't hit him
Now he out here tryna catch a nigga slippin'
Get it how you live with how everybody keep tellin' him
Not even sixteen, damn near got three felonies
Dropped out of school and want shit but an attempt
And to make it worse he finna have a baby by trick
No guidance, thinkin' with his dick
Never had the OGs to tell him shit
Now the word around town he takin' hits
He came up in church like grimy as a git

[Chorus]
Hard times got these niggas doin' all day
Hard times will make a nigga do you broad day
Hard times have a nigga out here job huntin'
Hard times make a nigga wanna rob somethin'
Hard times will make a nigga shake somethin' down
Hard times will make a nigga spray somethin' down
Hard times got these lil' kids droppin' out
Hard times got these fake niggas plottin' now