Hard But Sweet Boosie Badazz

The way we was raised
It was hard, ya know
But at tha same time
It was real sweet
That’s why
We call it the Jolly Rancher Days
Cuz it was sweet ya know
Wasn’t no time like ya childhood
Even though it was hard
That’s why I call ‘em Jolly Rancher Days
Hard but sweet

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Tha way I was raised wasn’t nice at all
Stay at ya friend house
Next day you fightin’ ya dawg
Stealin’ pitbulls
Just to fight tha dog
Love hidin n go seek when tha lights was off
Trouble seemed to find us thug
One move out tha hood
It’s all good
Last words, keep in touch thug
This before we was fuckin’, kissin’, and touchin’
Eggin’ people cars
Pissin’ in public
Stealin’ reflectors, puttin’ ‘em on my new Benz
And I ain’t talkin’ bout a car
I’m talkin’ bout a Schwinn
Bicycle
Crazy how you be grateful for havin’ so little
Hard but sweet
Remember Calvin used to let a nigga sit in his Jeep
In a daze, turnin’ his wheel
Like his shit for me
Sunday, at tha park
Everybody actin’ foolish
Uncles fucked up
Aunties poppin’ they coochie
Jolly Rancher Days