Hard Times

[Intro]
H-H-Hard times, there's no love-love to be found
Havin' hard-hard times in this crazy town-town-town

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I'm from the city of fallen angels, you know it's hell there
Homicides, drug abuse, public care, welfare
Gotta keep your hammer 'cause you might get nailed there
'Specially if you live here, you know shit real here
Yeah, I know the struggle when you finessin' and hustle
And never gave life a tussle with selfish shit that you juggle
On a day-to-day basis, you gotta have a patience
I know you wanna make it even if you gotta take it, that's hard times

[Verse 1: FBG Dutchie]
They don't know (They don't know)
They don't know what we go through, so we explain stories through Pro Tools
Section 8, better thing than havin' no roof
Or putt-putts better than drivin' no coupe (Skrrt)
That's so true, or four-door sedans
We sell shit to get bands, [?] for the fam (Them bands)
Like rappin' on niggas' beats and shit, raised in [?] of shit
Blazin' them heats and shit with hustlers and thieves and shit
'Cause in these streets, you gotta think like a physician
One time fucked up, shit over, it's instant
Got to move like a sniper and think with precisions
The outcome still ain't change, so it's death or a prison
And ain't up to you, fuck you thought? A decision? (Goofy)
Ain't no decisions, nigga, you trippin'
It's crazy how Chicago is now
All the killers kids now and they killin' kids now

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I'm from the city of fallen angels, you know it's hell there
Homicides, drug abuse, public care, welfare
Gotta keep your hammer 'cause you might get nailed there
'Specially if you live here, you know shit real here
Yeah, I know the struggle when you finessin' and hustle
And never gave life a tussle with selfish shit that you juggle
On a day-to-day basis, you gotta have a patience
I know you wanna make it even if you gotta take it, that's hard times

[Verse 2: FBG Young]
I love my city, but I do it for the squad
On that Tooka Gang shit, I take that shit to the heart (L's)
Some niggas from the buildings, but we posted on them blocks
I done seen a lot, multiple niggas shot
Police don't protect and violence don't sleep (Nah)
They gang bangin' on the corner, shirts say "rest in peace" (R.I.P.)
Got to keep a Glock at least to survive in these streets (Bah)
Shooters gettin' younger, victims gettin' younger
Gotta hold your head, young buck, and stay humble (Solid)
Every day I pray the city don't take me under
I wonder would I leave if I get some money (I can't)
Until then, I gotta keep it on me (Glocks)

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I'm from the city of fallen angels, you know it's hell there
Homicides, drug abuse, public care, welfare
Gotta keep your hammer 'cause you might get nailed there
'Specially if you live here, you know shit real here
Yeah, I know the struggle when you finessin' and hustle
And never gave life a tussle with selfish shit that you juggle
On a day-to-day basis, you gotta have a patience
I know you wanna make it even if you gotta take it, that's hard times

[Outro]
H-H-Hard times, there's no love-love to be found
Havin' hard-hard times in this crazy town-town-town