Hard Times

[Intro: Young Roddy] Go 'head and light that shit Hard times don't ever last long The block taught me that hard times don't ever last long The ghetto taught me that hard times don't ever last long [Verse 1: Young Roddy] A fool in that kitchen Been cookin' up like I know magic Been hustlin' hard; I gotta buy momma that mansion Was lost for real; I had to go talk to my pastor Was broke for real; my pockets was flat as a plasma I peddle so fast, them niggas be peddling backwards Almost lost my life, but boy that's a whole 'nother chapter They want that real; I know that they tired of that wack shit I'm good; my money gettin' bigger, my bitches gettin' badder I'm fresh out the 'hood; my attitude still like, "whatever" You can smoke in my ride, but please don't fuck up my leather I'm bound to get it; bitch-niggas they said I was trippin' They crazy, they petty; them niggas, they caught in they feelings Got paper for real; so tall that it's stacked to the ceiling My cousin in prison; he told me to send him some pictures I sent him a letter, some money, and told him I miss him I knew if he would of been free, then he would of been with me [Hook: Young Roddy] But hard times don't ever last long The ghetto taught me that hard times don't ever last long The block taught me that hard times don't ever last long The ghetto taught me that hard times don't ever last long I knew if I would of been broke then she wouldn't fuck with me The block taught me that hard times don't ever last long I know if I wouldn't have no dough, then she wouldn't fuck with me The ghetto taught me that hard times don't ever last long [Verse 2: Nesby Phips] Life might throw you a curve, but Some shit you just can't call But I do know this: that if you know Phips You goin' through some shit? Then you can call me, dog All it takes is a kind word I'd gladly quote you a proverb And if that gets you through your days Don't give me praise, man that's God work That's real walk, and I live by it and I die by it Remember we Jets, nigga When shit look down, we swan-dive it Man, I make that shit look cold-blooded Stack that paper till you're holdin' somethin' Save more than you spend But still go and treat yourself, cause there's more comin' My will to win move mountains, homie Vacate for that drought, homie Ain't no laggin', I'm proactive I got kids and they countin' on me Sometimes when it's lookin' cloudy Right above it, the sun is shining Though I pay homage to Muhammad Don't mean I ain't 'bout my creflo dollar [Hook: Young Roddy] But hard times don't ever last long The ghetto taught me that hard times don't ever last long The block taught me that hard times don't ever last long The ghetto taught me that hard times don't ever last long I knew if I would of been broke then she wouldn't fuck with me The block taught me that hard times don't ever last long I know if I wouldn't have no dough, then she wouldn't fuck with me The ghetto taught me that hard times don't ever last long