Hard Times Lyrics

SLiC Water yea

I gotta eat it's a lot on my plate

Hard times took the smile off my face

I know nobody ain't coming to save me

Writing these songs gotta make them pay me

Some shit that happened to me man it changed me

Turn up the family think about it daily

Growing up in East Atlanta that made me

I'm a product of the village that raised me

I gotta eat

A lot on my plate

Hard times took the smile off my face

I gotta eat

It's a lot on my plate

Hard times took the smile off my face

I gotta eat

I gotta eat yea yea

Hard times

Hard times yea yea

I gotta eat

I gotta eat yea yea

Hard times

Hard times yea yea

If you know me you know I had it hard way from the start

Everything ain't go the way that I wanted, I'm just playing my cards

Fuck it I'm taking off just like a rocket going straight to the stars

Put that shit on when I step out the house just to cover my scars

Negativity I disregard

All this pain ima need a reward

They don't know what I sacrificed for it

Everyday treat the grind like a sport

Put up shots when I'm pressing record

Press it so much my fingers get sore

Know your why, what you doing it for

Watching my plate ain't worried about yours

I gotta eat

A lot on my plate

Hard times took the smile off my face

I gotta eat

It's a lot on my plate

Hard times took the smile off my face

I gotta eat

I gotta eat yea yea

Hard times

Hard times yea yea

I gotta eat

I gotta eat yea yea

Hard times

Hard times yea yea

I done had hard times

But I ain't the only one

I done been down bad

Shit it's been more than once

Been an uphill climb

And I still ain't done

Words paint pictures

Watch me paint one

That struggle done made me dangerous

My daughters they more like my angels

I rather be wealthy than famous

With diamonds inside of my stainless

Because I never seen a silver spoon

Searching for something I feel the shrooms

Feel all the vibes I can read the room

Times hard but I still won't lose

I gotta eat it's a lot on my plate

Hard times took the smile off my face

I know nobody ain't coming to save me

Writing these songs gotta make them pay me

Some shit that happened to me man it changed me

Turn up the family think about it daily

Growing up in East Atlanta that made me

I'm a product of the village that raised me