Hard Times

[Verse 1: Eastside Fish]
Going through these hard times make me reminisce
Back on Dahsheele when we didn’t have shit
But we did if you think about it
Young nigga wasn’t thankful bout it
Mom and pop’s working and grandparents working too
I don’t know what they going through
Use to see d boys in a big spot
With a big guap and they on top
With the nice shoes and the nice clothes
I’m sitting here like maybe that’s how life goes
Not appreciating life right
Like what my daddy do that shit light
But I ain’t know better I was wrapped up in that street shit
When my daddy the real G bitch
But I had to pay my dues get my name up
Got damn I done came up
Niggas still on the same stuff
We from the hood you can’t blame us

[Verse 2: Reek]
I be running through these trials and tribulations
Like I’m Lacey still gone Marshawn, mean 'march' on
Till everybody wit me get a slice
Them hard times get better
But don’t happen overnight and that’s alright
We all go through what nobody know
I lost some niggas to that Rona, got me puffing this smoke
On daily basis know the world racist, but somehow I face it
Reality not amazing but I’m feeling that
If I got peel these caps of fuck niggas ain’t no turning back
I’m resting collecting dividends
Making money work through investing coins
Everybody turn to a critique
So tell me what’s the point In pleasing y’all
Fake love is what I’m seeing all
Day from ones who told me they believed
In what the team was on!