Hard Times

(Pipe that shit up, TNT) Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (uh, uh, uh) Grrah, grrah, grrah (D. Major, baby) Ayy, if it happen, it was meant to happen And I don't fuck with these niggas, be cappin' They know we with that action (grrah, grrah) We line 'em up, and let niggas have it And they be hatin' on me You can put the blame on me Them niggas changed on me You can see my pain run deep Ayy, first of all, I wanna thank you for showin' your hand How you niggas playin' it gangsta but takin' the stand? See what I'm sayin', if you ask me, niggas bitches I don't fuck with no rappers, 'cause we different, listen I was on the block with Brock chasin' guap 'til the sun came Know we swappin' Glocks, when they pop like the gun game If it's beef, then we turn your street to a gun range I was lookin' Monday, caught his ass Sunday You a rat, and your son a mouse, jit get all the clout Know it's consequences in these streets that you not about For you clowns who can't keep my name out your fuckin' mouth Thirty rounds, line 'em all up and knock 'em fuckin' down In that stolo dolo creepin' all weekend Left him dead on the cement, sneak beefin' In that stolo dolo creepin' all weekend Left him dead on the cement, sneak beefin' Ayy, if it happen, it was meant to happen And I don't fuck with these niggas, be cappin' They know we with that action (grrah, grrah) We line 'em up, and let niggas have it And they be hatin' on me You can put the blame on me Them niggas changed on me You can see my pain run deep Real painful shit You know hard times made a nigga For real, I'm built off hard times, you know Anythin', I go through 'bout anythin', nigga Dolo, nigga, what? --- Hard Times - Rod Wave