Hardtimes

[Verse 1: JUDGE] I watch money change hip hop Nowadays all niggas rap about is all the shit that they hip bought The average nigga ain't riding spinners They trying to hustle in the hood so they can buy they dinner What ever happened to the streets Niggas use to spit real life shit laced over top of beats Now its all about mansions and trips over seas Dubs, diamonds, and thousand dollar trees And it just sounds silly If you ever spent your last on a dime bag and a couple phillies But I ain't trying to hate Its all good if a nigga got food piled up on his plate But don't forget most cats is poor Why spend my cheese just to hear you talk about yours Especially if I get mine by kicking down doors Running streets with weed and a four come on yall its hard times [Hook : MONA] When hard times come to pass you gotta keep your head up Straight up to the sky, open your eyes Open your eyes wide and look around you Yes its so true that people go through What you go through, your not alone No, no, no, no, your not alone [Verse 2: RAMBO] This world is all lies, black clouds and hard times Trying to ditch the rain No hope for the kids today The street teach how to pitch the cane And run around with a pistol aimed At any man trying to get your chain Shits crazy, but its the game That's why I hit the haze And roll Vegs in a different way But my spliff the same, as any blunt from a distant place Keep a gun tucked just in case Any young buck trying to rush my place I'll have a shell run up your face I don't fuck with fakes Real recognize this Recognize Bakdraff every rhyme hits Like a spliff or a four fifth To rich from poorest We came from garbage, hood rich from problems Now its beats to concerts Bakdraff [Hook: MONA]