Текст песни Hard Times - Joe Blow , Stoner

Blow money
True story
Swear to god
Check a real nigga out though

I done traveled 'round the world to get my bread up
Police just killed another nigga with his hands up
Can't really name too many people that I can trust
Throw my bracelet on, I had flashbacks of handcuffs
Eighty thousand dirhams on me out in Marrakesh
We at war up in these streets, you better wear a vest
Whatever cousin stopped wearing, I was wearing next
Now I'm in Versace, seven hundred for these pair of sweats
I'm just tryna keep my life so I keep a knife
Auntie passed in her sleep, it's hard to sleep at night
A couple close calls, I done met the reaper twice
And the judge out here playing God, taking people life
Shout out to everyone supporting me
Fuck the border patrol, they stopped me and deported me
Now I'm on a six month ban from Europe
Fuck it, I'll just go to Mexico, the grams is purer, nigga

Roads are getting so cold
Death is getting so close, RIP JoJo
More time I get high and kick it with my bro bro
If I'm out in Cali I be kickin' it with JoBlow
Heart is getting stone cold
He don't want the smoke now, 'cause he see the .44
You can catch one up in your creps and
Two up in your chest, that's bullets in your polo
Fuck them, guns out, fuck trust
He bleed, I bleed, one blood, one love
'Round there we play Styles P, Meek Mill
AR-AB, JoBlow, we don't play, Young Thug
The world is getting colder, got the devil on my shoulder
So I'm holdin' my revolver
Runnin' through the jungle, give a fuck about Ebola
When you're thirsty and you're dying don't nobody give you soda
Keep a gun close, say a prayer, ahk
Brothers out praying for the day I lack
My brother's doing life so he keeps a little
Knife wrapped tight in his prayer mat, dirty

Had to take a break
Forget that, had to make a change
Since I turned blind I couldn't stay the same
Chillin' with my nieces on a day to day
Smokin' on a paper plane
Likkle set back, I had to get my paper straight
Cîroc sippin', I don't do Ace of Spades
You can't tell that I'm stressed but my face will say
Actions speak louder
Make mummy prouder, smokin' on some sour
Need all the money, with the money come the power
Plus I won't stop 'til my money like a tower
Lost my eyesight and it broke me
Lost my eyesight, turned broke, G
With this money don't be happiness
I was all good and I still couldn't cope, G