Hard Times - Philthy Rich

My brother doing fifteen, what an L, that’s hard time

It’s Philthy, nigga, uh-huh, look

My head to the sky, I’m going through these hard times

My brother doing fifteen, what an L, that’s hard time

My mama gettin' older, I think she sick, it’s hard times

My bitch ain’t never satisfied, complaining all the time

Going through these hard times

I’m going through these hard times

Going through these hard times

I’m going through these hard times (Look)

These niggas dyin' for attention, please keep me out of your mentions

This thirty come with extension, blood on his shoes, no Christians

My mama 'bout to turn sixty, I was in the hood with the 60s

In the Lam' truck, you couldn’t miss me, I was payin' my respect to Nipsey

They deny JBay appeal, how you think Lil JBay’ll feel?

My nephew my son now, gotta raise him up with Lil Ant and Phil

My nigga say he don’t want help, but he strugglin' to make ends meet

How I’m 'posed to just sit back?

I gotta make sure that his kids eat

Bitch stressin' me 'bout another bitch, fuck you and your attitude

How you up in this foreign in this big house?

Where is your gratitude?

My lil' nigga tried to put a jacket on me, my OG put a package on me

And I’m beefin' with some niggas that I don’t know, so I gotta have it on me,

it’s Philthy

My head to the sky, I’m going through these hard times

My brother doing fifteen, what an L, that’s hard time

My mama gettin' older, I think she sick, it’s hard times

My bitch ain’t never satisfied, complaining all the time

Going through these hard times

I’m going through these hard times

Going through these hard times

I’m going through these hard times (Look)

First nigga they gon' call if anybody ever need somethin'

No, I don’t never call them, 'cause nigga, I don’t ever need nothin'

In the kitchen cookin' off-white, designer on me by Off-White

Early mornings and late nights, we call them all-night flights

Worst day of my life when I lost Feddi, nigga, I can’t lie

I done slid so many times on the opps' block, I can’t die

Foreigns all in my driveway, but you would never understand my pain

Ain’t nothin' to eat and nowhere to go, I done fucked around and got a migraine

Almost died off codeine, what they was gon' tell Phil and Ant?

They daddy left them in the world to raise theyself?

Nah, I ain’t feelin' that

Salute to both of my baby mamas, I be on the road runnin' up the commas

The only two reasons I don’t jump back in the streets or entertain the drama,

it’s Philthy

My head to the sky, I’m going through these hard times

My brother doing fifteen, what an L, that’s hard time

My mama gettin' older, I think she sick, it’s hard times

My bitch ain’t never satisfied, complaining all the time

Going through these hard times

I’m going through these hard times

Going through these hard times

I’m going through these hard times