Times Is Rough

T—T—Times is rough and tough
D—D—Damn, is that how it is?
T—T—Times is rough and tough
T—T—Tough, t—t—tough
Ah
T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough
Damn, is that how it is?
Yeah, the Butcher coming, nigga
T—T—Times is rough and tough
Yo, uh

I'm running out of reasons to feel sorry, it's blood in the streets
You gon' get mud on your cleats when the field soggy
Shorty gotta use both hands and Jill Scott me
Plug told me, when my records stop sellling, he still got me
Niggas just catching on to the numbers I'm checking on
Got lucky last summer, bookies wanna know what I'm betting on
Set the bar, kept the tar, came through like a wrecking ball
Niggas can't touch a brick without putting my record on
Six figures out a dirty pyrex, thought that was all?
I made doubles sign and I'm selling em on tour
Being up feel good, but not better than being sure
I'm a product of the cocaine '80s, drug wars (Drug wars)
The moment I start to feel that the love gone
I'll be back with gloves on, just in case you was rubbed wrong, nigga
And if it ain't Griselda, it's love songs, nigga
And if the dope ain't good, then it's cut wrong, nigga

Damn, is that how it is?
T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough
Uh, uh, they know
D—D—Damn
It's Heem, nigga
T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough
Uh

Tell the truth, we don't need no hits (Uh-uh)
After me, Butch, and Rick go stupid on this Preemo shit (Preemo)
Stack paper like Pringle chips (We stacking, nigga)
I done seen those bricks speaking Coke, then the lingo switched
Had the stove doing Migo tricks (Real, real, haha)
Half a kilo wrist, they want me now 'çause my Vevo lit
Dope money gave me a ego lift, I rode the Riegel with Nicks
These blits and we pleading the fifth (Shh)
I lived the thug life leading to this (Ayo)
Now I sleep at the Ritz
Spend your re-up money shopping at Fifths (That shit light, nigga)
Street niggas at the top of the list, I was taking them risks (Right there)
Sell them twenties 'til you run out the brick
And, nigga, watch how you bump your lips
Before I come off the hip, like Sei-Wen, on some cowboy shit
Used to want the Murciélago whip, but now times done switched (Skrrt)
Keep the fame, I just wanna be rich (That's all I want)
Do this shit for Baby Heem and Prince, everything legit
Welture's great cheese, eggs, and grigs (Hahaha)
Tell the label put my name on the blimp, time to turn up the temp
Black Sopranos bring the family a win, they know

Damn, is that how it is?
Yeah
T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough
This Ricky
D—D—Damn
Ricky
T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough
Damn, is that how it is?
Look

If the scales say a thousand grams on it, then, shit
You weighed it up wrong, nigga
I'm running base, I'm really up short, nigga
I know Cam', enough skill, like, "What up, y'all niggas?" (What up?)
Since place two, I'ma upsell, now it's "Fuck y'all niggas" (That money)
I turned ten into a fifty, nearly lost like thirty-seven of it
I had thirteen left, I put eleven on it (Yeah, yeah, whip)
We all shoot like the Warriors when Kevin on it (Brr)
Niggas I was bringing up smoke, but they ain't ever on it (Wow)
I took advantage of my better moments (Yeah)
All this money, plus I got it out the mud, so it feel better, don't it?
This Preemo beat needed a legend on it
Like Nip' last song with Khaled, every bar is valid
If it ain't Soprano drums, it's ballots
If it ain't hard work, it's talent (Haha)
You not at all a challenge (Nah)
Niqualinda, never lost my balance
You gon' have to dig deeper than Dallas, motherfucker, huh (Yeah)

T—T—Times is rough and tough
D—D—Damn, is that how it is?
T—T—Times is rough and tough
T—T—Tough, t—t—tough
T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough