Aceey 4oez - Hard Times

Hard time hard times
The grinds never dies
Ain't with being broke Aceey 4oez
Yeaaaah yeaaaa yeaaaaaah

Ran up dat sack I was chasing then Benji
Serve off the phone post in them Trenches
You thought I was out FucCn wit bitches
You said u gon leave me all in yo feelin
Said that I love you know dat I meant it
Play with mind hope you don't regret it
Play wit my feeling Li bish umma kill ya

I'm wit li Zi and drape down in Gucci
I had a dream I fucked on karuches
Grabbed on hair and I gripped on her booty
Love how I'm Crippin RIP Tookie
Shoutout my Slim everything Gucci
You send a hit if you think you gon do me
We spend a Ben cus we living roofless
I'm in a foreign and that bish coupless
Cut that bish off/ that ho was goofy
I Started winning got tired of losing
I'm in my bag I ain't going back
Ran up them bands I got a sacc
I lost focus now I'm back Tracc
Stay with Glizzy/ I never Lacc
Rock out MY shows they alway pacc
FucC on yo ho u can get it

I'm in my bag, I'm in my bag again
I'm in my bag, I'm in my bag again
I'm in my bag yeaa, I'm in my bag again
I'm in my bag yeaaaa, I'm in my bag again

Heard they want smoke nicca it whatever
Drop yo location we pull up whenever
pray to Allah but I talk to the devil
Bought me a Rollie I iced out the bezel
Bitch I'm with Manny and we step in Margelia
I got some hittas they do what I'm telling
KnocC off to top go splash to yo melon

Ran up that sack I was chasing them benji,"chasing them benji"
Serve off the phone and we post in the trenches
You thought I was out fucking with bitches
You said you gon leave me you all in yo feeling
Play with my feeling li bitch umma kill you

Written by:
ANTHONY HENDERSON, BRYON MCCANE, CHARLES SCRUGGS, LEON MOORE, STEVEN HOWSE

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