OGD & Madman1 - Hard Times (feat. The Game)

They know the mother fucking vibes
OGD
Madman1
And game in this mother fucker
But you can call me hurricane
Yeah we up now
Naptown to bompton
Fuck they know about hard times
Guess we gotta show them
Run it up
I've got one shot
And I ain't giving it up
I've seen a lot of rappers capping
Say they living it up
But we know half you bitches actors
You ain't living like us
We had to struggle from the bottom
Just to get it back up
I seen hard times
They wasn't giving a fuck
Now I go big time
And these bitches hitting me up
They stand a long line
Just to see me rapping on stage
When I was younger getting laughter
Fucking mad everyday
Now I see Lamborghini's and bikinis
Ass everyday
The same bitch tried to laugh
I smash everyday
And I go back to back to back
It's like I snap everyday
And she go snap snap snap
On snapchat everyday
Waiting till that Friday
Till she see that I get paid
And that's the shit that you get
When you get in this fame
That's the life that I live
And it's never gonna change
That's why all these rappers sane
Fuck it tell it to them game
As for rap this is my lyrical asthma attack
It's all I know the guns the cash the dro
Fidel Castro on my own right, Capone like
Mafioso, Ben Franky on them low pros
Drop top Bentley, chromed out semis
Two grand in popular demand
Like the first pennies
My Audemars Piguet wrist
Say it's time to dethrone Jay quick
Tell them other niggas to take six
Coupe a buck fifty
What's coming out the speakers
Got every video bitch scared to fuck with me
Give them hard dick and tampons
A shot of patron and don
The ones trains get ran on
My crew hard
Louis V sweaters on the boulevard
Pull nigga's cars
Throw up signs and bang Nas
Nigga go ask them
My flow is lambo
Bitch try to pass them
Murdering acapellas
Swerving suburban like no good fellas
Rocking them up and chopping them up
Like helicopter propellers
I'm back from the cellars
No slack when I nail them
Paper rack to the ceiling
Y'all be killing me
Try to maintain like the game
Let my chain hang
Chain hang
Y'all be rapping and yack-in
About the same thing
Same thing
Same style, same choppy flows
Conducting the impossible
Instructions highly profitable
Get sent to the hospital
Not trusting no one it's time to show guns
Them funds will stack up quick
Get smacked up when you act up
I'm back up in this bitch
I'm mad for a reason
Rap for a purpose I ain't leaving
Rap is a big oh circus
About as worthless as me pissing
Bad guy when I'm dipping
Fit the description coming up missing
Thought they had me from the jump
Your sadly mistaken a madman awakens
With limited patience, incriminate faces
implemented the basics
Definitive research reinvented the matrix
Truth hurts I give a fuck
Like to squirts of piss
I lit them up and hit them up
Like I'm Tupac up in this bitch

Written by:
JAMES TAYLOR

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