Hard times, living this life. Hard times, trying to get right. And I don't know which way you should go, just follow this road, trying to get a lot of dough
Hard times, living my life. Hard times, trying to get right. And I don't know if I'm gonna leave this ghetto, trying to see another level of me
Homie had it coming, homie said he was real, the homie lied, give homie money for seven, the homie bring you back five
Homie changed the rules in the ninth inning, where they do that at? The homie been sneak dissing and trying to hijack

The homie been talking sideways in certain circles, the homie been working my nerves, becoming bothersome, always starting something
The homie think he hard or something, I think he think he God or something, I think he think I'm playing with him
Like I won't lay hands on him, the homie don't say nothing to me, I think the homie afraid of him, he shook
The homie ain't as thorough as the homie put on, the homie act shady, that ain't a good look

Act accordingly or go to war with me, hit your spot with a heckling cotch, bare faced spectators can watch
You're wounded with pistols, issues, I got them
Hard times, living this life. Hard times, trying to get right. And I don't know which way you should go, but just follow this road
Hard times, living this life. Hard times, trying to get right. And I don't know if I don't need this ghetto, trying to see another level

Low shorn amongst the hustlers and thieves, my pops pushing coke, cracking bundles of weed
My mother plugged Latin, work building GMCs, told me stay up out these streets and go and get a degree
I got an AK and a BA and a Chevy, pushing whatever you need, asking God to forgive me of my devilish deeds
Prodigal foster families caught frequent with delinquents, you believe if I grow up to be something decent

You see the ladies I make love, for the fiends I bake drugs, for the jackals I spray slugs, and I don't even hate cuz
I relate to the great and do what they does, want the world just to chill, kick back and make love
Everybody want a slice of the pie, a few pieces of chicken, some fruit and some cabbage, cornbread for some soulful living
In 010, I still roll with the chrome for 50, spitting in any competition, trying to have my soul with me

Cuz it's hard times, living this life. It's hard times, gotta get right
And I don't know which way you should go, but just follow this road, just get a lot of dough
Cuz it's hard times, living this life. It's hard times, gotta get right
And I don't know if I don't need this ghetto, trying to see another level in me

Cuz it's hard times, living this life. It's hard times, gotta get right
And I don't know which way you should go, but just follow this road, just get a lot of dough
Cuz it's hard times, living this life. It's hard times, gotta get right
And I don't know if I don't need this ghetto, trying to see another level in me

Cuz it's hard times, living this life. It's hard times, gotta get right
Get a lot of dough, man
It's hard times, living this life. It's hard times, gotta get right
And I don't know which way you should go, but just follow this road, just get a lot of dough