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letra de hard times (lib) - moley mo

yea the hard times made me
remember when they used to play me
now she wanna be my baby, i be like maybe
yea i’m on the interstate and you know we getting paid
yea you know we getting cake
hundred on the dash they can’t stop me
yea i’m in my own lane, i be doing my own thing
got it on my own i was balling, balling like i’m westbrook
n-ggas don’t like that
i just got a triple double, n-gga that’s a light pack
what you know about that
had to get it, yea we with it, we done made it
came up from the gutters, we got it out that muscle
let me tell you about my struggle, ’bout my struggle
say we grow up in the civil war
young n-ggas toting guns
talking bout that ak’s, sk’s, n-ggas gon’ let it spray
praying that we make it to the heaven gates
heaven and h-ll
what you know about h-ll
say we praying that we never make it to h-ll
tryna make a milli’, say i got a mill ticket, tryna bring my family out
say my mama told me you got to make it out
she don’t want me to grow up the way she did
tryna feed her kids
had to get it how it is bullets flying where we stay
bullets flying where we stay, bullets flying everyday (everyday)
say the hard times made me
i remember them days when everything was so crazy
love my mom to death man she said i’m her lil baby
had to cut some people off cause they was too sneaky
i’m like f-ck a friend, but i’m still wit’ the gang
sacrifices, working hard that’s how we made it here
streets so cold you got to keep a heater here
miss a lot of people hope i see ’em at the heavens gates
youngin’s in the field and they jumpin’ gates
tryna get my bread up you know i gotta to concentrate
n-ggas fronting, i don’t need them
they be on the internet but i don’t see them
if she keep on playing games me imma have to leave then
if you treat me with respect you will get the same back
i done told ’em like a hundred times
i don’t got time, but i want mine
yea i’m on my grind, yea i’m on my grind

you know what i’m talkin ’bout, i be talkin’ ’bout that real sh-t man
ya don’t know nothing ’bout the struggle
me, i grew up in the civil war real life
we had to make it out man

a time of terror for many liberians
the second civil war which began in 1997
brought havoc on this west african nation
when it ended ten years ago, a quarter of a million people laid dead
millions had fled into neighboring countries
they took with them horrific memories

- moley mo

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