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Hard Times

Eightball & MJG

Hard Timez

2000

son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
but the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my

up mama
I'm pretty far from the palm trees
I knew I'd make it here back when you used
To clean the whole house to John B
And I get goosebumps from head

collab with Gaga and might cross over
She ain't know shit about cameras but got great music
But a lot of photographers are creepy motherfuckers
Marco, you

these nights are endless
When I go on a date with Aspen Denz
Currently in command, and I'm spending too much money on this music
Broke for time, tryin'

Is you with me
Is you real
Cus' if not
I make one phone call
And my boys will show you real
Matter fact
Cut that
They told me chill
And I ain't worried

the Jetsons
Ya girl work the poles like she up for elections
I'm the initiator i'm the intimidator
I'm the watcher i let them boys know you a hater
And they gon

to the word moist
(What do you mean by that?)
I don't like them
Nobody's said, "There's Yerbi, you should try him."
Hesitant with my presence, make sure no one

This love thing is all bogus
When did you stop growing?
You make her laugh have some fun and then
Cut her off man you know this
Treat these women like

when you need sum I was down but you ain’t answer mine
Please don’t cry fa help in my direction cus I’m gon decline
Turn my music up blockin all

more for Memory
Cause when she's here with me it is guaranteed
We'll get fucked up, riled up, and it's too much
My skins nearly bursting, my whole world

dropping
But I'm going back to back on they ass
Still haunted by my past shit can be deceiving
Been in the studio every fucking evening
Every night it's

the extra mile if honey playing hard to get,
Person like myself content wit chasing after chips,
By the time she come around I'm on some other shit,
With

skunk
Melt down plastic punks
One punchline tongues fell out
I'm well rounded
Edgy and sharp as a barbed fence now
Ten thousand hours by the time
I was

La la, la la la la
I'm that pink bitch, I'm the Pinkprint
Oh, she the Pinkprint
I'm the Lizprint, we make 'em too sick
I'm too thick, booty like

from
Look at all these numbers on these sites steady running up
She said, "Davis, what you do for a living?"
I said, "Nothing much, I make music when I'm

I wish I could elude myself alluding to music, it's my prelude
But she hunts me down, I'm his preylude

It would not be an in-tell-act anymore but

loved by like almost all my teachers
Some I don't agree with
It don't make a difference in how I treat em'
They all good people
It's my own damn fault

A divinity of sorts
Under employment by only Earth herself
And she supplies me with the ointment necessary for my growth
My prosperity and oats
I’m still slow

bigger than galactic
Think you see my body, but it's only holographic
I walk by the road, I'm stopping traffic
Play my music for them once, that shit's

different degrees
She keep on asking me when I'll get famous
Like, "Shit I don't know", that ain't part of my dreams
I know that the fruit is forbidden
But

ain't broke, don't fix it
A nigga ain't woke, don't listen
If that bitch won't choke, well
She better get to stepping
Big pimpin', big dick, big pendant

sought
Lately I been crushed by writer's block
Eyes been stuck on watchin clocks
An already unsocial human usin her new ruins as an excuse to avoid

I'm tryna look up at the roof and see the stars in it
I'm tryna run a hunnid bands and give it to my mama
I know she still kind of salty that I ain't

music, I don't wanna stop
Like I flee police, like I lose the cops
Bitch I am a beast, the beauty's when I drop
Been thinking I'm needing a switch
I gotta