Malc G - Hard Times

Ayy
And it's Jeezy
Know what it is when you see me, a.k.a. Mr. Make it look Eazy
I heard hard times, break soft niggas, I'm a broke nigga, turn boss nigga

Put the work in for the sauce nigga
I ain't never fallin' off, keep it drippy, winter, summer, or the fall nigga
Spring my nigga out the cell, & all the other real niggas behind the wall nigga
If you ever need me, one call nigga, and we goin' viral

Bad bitty tryna grab at me, I'm like, damn baby, why you so entitled
Diss the gang, that nigga suicidal
I was tryna make a new arrival
Pull a new whip out, pull the drip out, bet the kids say I'm an idol

Niggas mad cause they can't do it like I do
Damn, I be seein' what get em so mad, I'm a nigga that stay in his bag
Poppin' them tags ever since I was young
Humble for real, I ain't know how to brag

Then I got older, I got a lil' money, I got a lil' bitches, I got a lil' mad
She in her feels, call me a bitch ass nigga
Yesterday she called me dad
Watch how you talk to that man with the breesh

What's his name said, he wan run into me
I think he mad cause I'm killin' his treesh
On top of that, I been killin' the streets
Why you wanna play with malc gezzy when you know my niggas is really

the ones that's gon' tweak
High as a kite, but I ain't at my peak
Know she my type if she really a freak
Niggas know I can geek in this shit if I want

How you gon' diss if your man's in the blunt
Couple ya niggas, gon' turn in a runtz
Or turn in to block work, niggas is bums
I'ma turn to a legend before this shit done

Gotta make sure that I'm leavin' with funds
Could've been with us, forgot where you from
Most of you niggas don't know where I'm from
I heard hard times break soft, niggas

I'm a broke nigga turned boss, nigga
Put the work in for the sauce, nigga
I ain't never fallin' off
Keep it drippy, winter, summer, or the fall, nigga

Spring my nigga out the cell
And all the other real niggas behind a wall, nigga
If you ever need me, one call, nigga
And we goin' viral

Bad bitches tryna grab at me
I'm like, damn, baby, why you so entitled
This the game, that nigga suicidal
I was tryna make a new arrival

Pull a new whip out, pull the drip out
Bet the kids say I'm an idol
Niggas mad cause they can't do it like I do
Damn

Written by:
Malcolm Thomas

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