Hard Times ft. AyeTeeGee Lyrics

Yeah, ATG, John Doe, yo, yo, yo, yeah

Ay yo, I got a story to tell

About a boy who held his mother very, very dear

She took drugs and she ain't really have a care

In the world, most niggas hit the trees like squirrels

Tryna get a nut with your mom, she fucked and she fine

She on to the next one, tryna get her money up

Niggas know what's up, wanna get in guts

Baby boy is stuck, watching his mom throw her life away

His life of innocence is troubled by her absence

No acting, just action to the sound of raw metal clacking

Hearts get cracked in, souls levitate, brains get snapped in

What happened to this world we living in

Baby boy is really mad at his mom for leaving him

With no food, with no keys, all he really does is dream

Of a better life, man, this can't be right

Out of mind, out of sight is what this life ain't like

His mom finally came home but she was drunk out her mind

She fell through the front door like she would do all the time

Baby boy just couldn't wait to give her a piece of his mind

Like where you been and who you seen

I was here all alone, man, anybody could've came right through that fucking door

Do you even know if I had something to eat

Late night, niggas creep, mom was laid out, couldn't let out a peep

That's when baby boy had to think real deep

He was fed up with the life that he was given

Said, fuck this shit, don't want this fucking life I'm living

So he went to the kitchen then, picked up a knife

Walked back to mom, started stabbing ice

Baby boy's body started feeling like ice

He froze up to the realization of life, but it was too late

What's already done is done, mom is gone

And I don't want to live no more

So baby boy put the knife up to his throat

Looked at his mom and said, I'm about to come home

With a quick slice, now his life force drains slow

Was his mom ever good? I guess that we'll never know

Based off a true story, hope that y'all really know

Take care of each other and never turn cold, yo, what's the word

As the plot thickens, stories sound like Charles Dickens

Ride around my city where things ain't always pretty

One side, you got darkness and poverty, other side is bright with sight

Ain't no flashing lights, no one stopping me, that's the mentality

Lil' Johnny had it's sad

he wanted everything in his grasp

Even the stuff he couldn't have, ego standing eight feet

Not being discreet, they found him eight feet deep

Wrapped up like a mummy cause he didn't listen to his mommy or his tummy

When they hit the cell, asking for a whole pie

When they just got a slice, hunger crept in his mind that night

Who knew, barrel in his sight, said goodnight

Knew he was wrong cause he wasn't correct

Buzz from a text got shot in front of his steps

Mom was trying to protect, but it was too late

Cause the devil came to collect, that's the word