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Song title: Z-Ro - Hard Times (feat. Trae)

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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Hard Times, look over your peoples 'cause everybody dyin'
Osama Bin Loden 'em droppin' bombs man.
In a situation like this, how can we stay calm man? Calm man?
My nigga this is Hard Times, like it's so much gun smoke & see the stars shine.
We livin' on dreams but is they comin' true? What I'm gonna do
Make a million & pull a stunt or 2, a stunt or 2.

[Trae:]
Step into the world of a mob nigga, live in so much pain
The rain steady pumpin' me up, locked down on Hard Times
But I'm knowin' that I gotta make it runnin' on my deadline
Givin' out flat lines 'cause if you think that I'm feelin'
Fuckin' up by mine man, I gotta maintain
It's like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same
I feel my sickin' home is the cemetery
'Cause that's where all of my people rest
I can't take the stress, I'm finna send it through somebody chest
That's why I walk around pissed off, strapped with a vest
I done been through alot, ready to release the glock
Vicinities South, a brother on my Dickie, I be ready to ride
And I'm sick of this shit, I ain't finna be hidin' out, lately
Street life's got a nigga lost. Will I wind up in a coffin?
I don't know, I'm about to blow, I don't wanna take no more
But when I bust in a rush, you better hit the flow
Reality is a muthafucker, that's what they was tellin' a nigga
That's just the truth, I lost my nigga Screw 
And Relay too & Andrew. Now what about Danny Boo?
That's fucked up, growin' up in a childhood all alone with nobody to love
No mama no daddy, Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us
'Cause we them thugs of another kind
Makin' these niggas feel us 2 rhymes
'Cause if they lived the life that we live
They'd probably be broke down, cryin' & dyin'.

[Z-Ro:]
Livin' in the ghetto, everyday it's a muthafuckin' test
And I just can't rest, gotta keep a vest around my chest
Seem like everybody wanna start a little plex
Nigga but not me though, I'm tryin' to focus on bigger & brighter things
Steady tryin' to come out the storm
From hurricanes to Heaven & lighter rain
Runnin' away from the police
Nigga fuck peace, it's all about war
Nothin' but a AK & a HK & a Tommy Gun
Sittin' in the back of the car, I just can't cope
Everybody is a suspect, even if you don't bust I'm a bust back
We down to ride & all you little bitches & niggas get off my nut sack
Been 18 lonely years since I buried my T Dogs
When I be shootin' the breeze
But I'm still conversatin' like she ain't gone
You can take a look at this light of mine
Never did glimmer, never did shine
'Cause I resort to a life of crime
And I know I'm wrong, but I gotta get mine
Fools don't understand me, a nigga be nervous 24/7
Puffin' on sticky, eyes redder than period candy
Look at my pockets, I might as well stop it
Because them hoes on flat, look in the freezer
And a sive ain't nothin' but a stomach, these are Hard Times.

[Trae:]
Ro pass me the AK
One of these niggas finna pay for everything that I'm feelin' ain't no more healin'
To the head with led is the only thing I'm a be drillin'
My nigga this is Hard Times & the way that it look
I don't think that it's gonna get better
The only thing that's here is to suck it up inside I know that's why we not givin' a fuck
Ready to bust on anything this life feelin' like we on our last breath
I'm quiet as kept, my nigga don't start
Or else somebody gon' see they death
Or hate us like that, but this side of Trae it be like that all the time
The only thing that I know more than pain is pain & me never dyin'.

[Z-Ro:]
Poverty stricken & headed to prison
Hopin' & runnin' for life, you lookin' for codeine
Or amphetamines, I got 'em at the cheapest price
Livin' by the rules of the street life, finna get niggas
Better beat the street light home, after dark I par-park
Everybody be trippin' attemptin' to get rich
Dig a bigger ditch bitch bleed, I'm a muthafuckin' man
Tryin' to do all that I can, I always held my ground
And I never ran, got shot for takin' a stand
I need a plexin' because I'm stressin' losin' my mind
Smokin' wesson, my head I'm pressin' Hard Times.

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
Hard Times, look over your peoples 'cause everybody dyin'
Osama Bin Loden 'em droppin' bombs man.
In a situation like this, how can we stay calm man? Calm man?
My nigga this is Hard Times, like it's so much gun smoke & see the stars shine.
We livin' on dreams but is they comin' true? What I'm gonna do
Make a million & pull a stunt or 2, a stunt or 2.