lirik lagu ft max b chinx drugz cheekz – hard times (ft. max b & chinx drugz) – cheekz
[hook: max b]
should’ve took a plea deal, 40 years flat…
…hard times, hard times…
should’ve took a plea deal, 40 years flat…
…hard times, hard times…
[verse 1: cheekz]
i’m out tryna get a deal, where my n-gg- max?
hold his head, waitin’ on appeal – this sh-t is gettin’ real
young n-gg-s in the street is gettin’ killed
my mans caught 7-5 from the squeal
the judge told a n-gg-:
“you’ll never see your kids when it’s college time”
then a tear dropped from his mama’s eye
now that’s pain…
these fake n-gg-s screamin’ out “homicide”
but would rather walk when you say it’s time to ride
now that’s lame…
makin’ moves through harlem blocks with my n-gg- scrilla
wave gang, c-ky boyz, splittin’ up vanilla
the 413 is what i breathe, son
this rap i’m bringin’ back for the cash like a refund
you like a stripper chick, you just see ones
fresh in the game, they gon’ hate when i leave, son
then i’ll be labelled as a steve nash
but as now i’ll move the rock, who needs a weed bag?
[hook: max b]
[verse 2: max b]
it’s like these n-gg-s is mad at me
i should be on the cover of every magazine, yeah
she’s twirling like a ballerina
swervin’ with them scuzzies out in catalina
i seen ’em comin’, i grabbed the nina
she seem to love it, but i had to leave her
we need to see some unity
f-ckin’ with my money, they’ll be singin’ at your eulogy
prayin’ that they loose me
d-mn, these ma’f-ckas play for keeps
…gods, they’re not playin’ in the streets
and now i’m gone, the second amendment, you gotta love it
got a oven and my big t – mama, come and pray for me
now we under the tomb and they want the time they take from me
biggie still wavy in this sh-t…
[verse 3: chinx drugz]
c-ke boyz, largest empire, ghenghis khan
call your b-tch over and have a bang-a-thon
left hand worth 50 grand
flash it on ’em, the n-gg- won’t see his b-tch again
waitin’ on the mothership with the mother load
f-ckin’ with that n-gg- drugz, that’s a double-o
bang ’em, walked into danger
scooped the sh-ll casings, no trail like the blazers
b-tches i recruit and n-gg-s gawkin’ like…
lookin’ like god when i’m hoppin’ out the coupe
n-gg- pull up on the curb and the b-tches get to choosin’
the day you was conceived was the day you started losing
[hook: max b]
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