Mama say hard time's don't last, but why i'm still feeling like this Too scared to speak on feelings, open notes I guess i'll write this I'm hearing these voices in my head, like speak up now I need a mic check I'm so sorry to my niggas and my folks who I ain't write yet Told my god remove the fake, the ones I love start turning backs on me The guys i'm with they tote more than just 50, don't care for accuracy And every city link up with the real, I got them racks with me And if you need the sauce my bro he got it, just a stack a piece Yeah And I don't bang but I got mob ties My brother fighting for his life, he feel alone but bro we all crying Don't care if you crip or if you blood, these niggas all slime Sit back smoke this pain away, I reminisce bout hard times Dark days Dark days Don't care if you crip or if you blood, these niggas all slime Dark days Dark days Sit back smoke this pain away, I reminisce bout hard times