Hard Times

My mama told me never to tell...A dirty old lie (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)

My mama never to settle...just to get by (Just to get by, just to get by)

Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times...

Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)

Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times

Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh..

I'm from the city where they all illegal

In Haterville, Illinois where folks don't get along with people

You feel me? Where niggas keep a tool on

And run up on you like you was chewing ya Stride too long

Selling on the same block that the school on, that's what gets me

And only serve white like diners in the '60s

I'm only 16, spittin' like I'm 19

And marketing all over the scene like sprite cream

A little nigga be hittin' quicker than lightning

And I'm on a closed roster, meaning a tight team

Clean, I'm feeling the fresh

I don't usually be stuntin' but honestly I am chill than the rest

Yes, feeling like a big fish, swimmin' in a little pond

Waiting on the industry to reel in the catch

But I digress, the best of the age they regard Vic

I used to skate and flip a deck like a card trick

And break dance and graffiti, now I'm taking life easy

While niggas pulling the strings like guitar picks

Cause I'm spittin' them type of bars that a star spits

So I'm gettin' that type of shine that a star gets

And all my homies know the name of the game

I still play 'em like food fights, aim at a stain

And that's forever

Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times...

Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)

Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times

Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)

My city living in cold winters and hotter summers

Where the fiends get a fix for the pipe without the plumbers

And in the heat niggas don't be fighting without the thumpers

I'm silent striking, it's like lightning without the thunder

Now I'm flippin' over these bars like a high jumper

And keeping my vision on the stars, tryna rise under

No time for slumber

We got Gs, little guys in runners

Who moving soft white and pushin' H2 like they ridin' Hummers

I know good guys who done dirt to live lives in comfort

And it hurts, but kids die when guns burst

So in the city, pull the pump first

If not, get blasted, locked in a casket, tucked shirt

For what it's worth like a market price

Most of these niggas is just the talking type

Rarely do they bark and bite

But when it happens I'm finished rapping...

I will strike in the dark of night

In a nutshell, GET IT CRACKIN'!

Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times...

Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)

Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times

Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)

My mama told me never to tell...A dirty old lie

(Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)

My mama never to settle...just to get by

(Just to get by, just to get by)

Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times...

Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)

Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times

Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)

Dirty old lie, dirty old lie

Just to get by, just to get by

Dirty old lie, dirty old lie

Just to get by, just to get by

Dirty old lie...