hard times

hard times bitch I come from em, had to be a man I couldnt run from em, nigga say that he gone kill me, well I gotta drum for him, ima do what I gotta do to live, bitches see that u poppin and then they try to chill, bitch get the fuck out my presence, I'm way too young be losing my hair I know that u come here to stress me, suck my dick and then finesse me, u a wolf in disguise yea yo body but yo motives is devilish, only for a moment in time the way that u smile , had me thinking u heaven sent, u wanna check for free, I want some neck for free, if I give u this bag u gone do then dash and never would check on me, dealt with yo type in the past, promised we last but vanished so fast, u wanna check for free, but u won't shit from me, crabs in the bucket thank God that I'm bloody, we all tryna rise ain't just one nigga hustling, get to hunchies and maintain my focus cuz u can lose it all bein content, blood on the money cocaine in my nostril, I'm praying to god that he forgive my sins, u want a check for free, I want some neck for free, if I give u this bag u gone do the dash and never would check on me.