Hard times, Hard Times, Everybody Goes Through It..
Hard times, Hard Times, Everybody Goes Through It..
Pick yourself up, shake it off, and keep moving/
We was at the bottom, now it's up the charts we moving/
Cause we just some youngin's in the booth going stupid/
Out in Craddock, my stepdad tried to beat us both/
I moved to Kansas, my brother Cali hit New York/
Back to Southside, then he hit LA/
Crazy thing is that's his hood, but they still sprayed/
They took my brother, so you know i'm on a mission though/
Flow sick, eating beats, stunting everywhere i go/
Remember when me & Cali recorded on that little mic?/
We made 'Stop Slippin', that got the hood hype/
And now i'm going harder then I've ever went/
Cause I'm not trying to go back to that situation again/
I'm talking bout the bottom, where it's grimey at/
Go and get the cops, tell em that i bodied that/
(D'Quel)
Hard times, Hard Times, Everybody Goes Through It/
Pick yourself up, shake it off, and keep moving/
We was at the bottom, now it's up the charts we moving/
Cause we just some youngin's in the booth going stupid/
And we on, And we on, And we on/
And we on, And we on/
And we on, And we on, And we on/
And we on, And we onnnn/
Hard times, Everybody Goes Through It/
I saw that grind, & you know i ran to it /
It's plenty btches, i'm just trying to run through em /
Btch nggas in the building want beef, ima do em /
Ima chop em, ima screw em /
Put em in a casket /
Send his family a gift, and i ain't talking Easter baskets/
The way they hating on me, you could say it's so tragic /
Put Boo on the track, you could say this sht a classic/
See i do it for my nggas, all my family in the grave/
All my life i chased dreams, i was trying to get paid/
Youngin gone get it, i'm talking each and every way /
I know you heard us say we on, go flip it, my team paid/
Me myself, fck a btch/
Me myself in the game/
And you'd think the kid dirty, the way they throwing dirt on my name/
Nggas rushing the past, back in the day we was slaves/
I just look at the motivation, appreciate ya hate!/
(D'Quel)
Hard times, Hard Times, Everybody Goes Through It/
Pick yourself up, shake it off, and keep moving/
We was at the bottom, now it's up the charts we moving/
Cause we just some youngin's in the booth going stupid/
And we on, And we on, And we on/
And we on, And we on/
And we on, And we on, And we on/
And we on, And we onnnn
BarDroper
Uh, on the block from 9-7/
In my hood we losing lives like it's 9-11/
i lost my brother to some bullets, i'm ready for war/
Now i'm shining & i'm grinding, i'm aiming for more/
Uh, but i'm on now really though/
Coolin Ent, bout to blow, ngga really though/
Team full of rappers, and we packing like the packers/
Y'all boys should be in movies cause, y'all a bunch of actors/
Lord knows that i'm a G, but i keep it lowkey/
Always been a fly ngga, so them btches want me/
but i'm trying to get this money, so my btches all green/
I'm just a ngga with a dream/
And a team full of kings/
Real rap
We ain't talking, we just rapping/
While then nggas talking stupid, i be in the booth just snapping/
PNG, Coolin Ent, Put on for the P/
Till the day i rest in peace/
Ima do it for my G's!/
I'm gone

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