Hard Times Video (MV)

Yeah I like the way this feel
Yeah yeah
Remember them hard times how the f*ck could I forget
Robbed me of my innocence still happy that we met
Niggas thinking I won't make it prolly wouldn't take that bet
It's a craft the way I stack that cheese and live with no regrets
Repping that Underdog Regime you niggas know the set
Never took a shot I didn't like bitch get it out the net
Taking chances from the hood playing Russian roulette
Clout the only thing they checking for what happened to respect
Wise man once told me warning comes before destruction
All my niggas stayed in trouble I guess I was more reluctant
Ain't beat the street light home voicemail filled with granny fussing
Tiptoeing in the house alarm clock was niggas bussing
Grandaddy steady hustling a pastor but he cussing
Taught me how to be a man though sometimes I felt he wasn't
I remember that discussion helping you raise my cousin
Twelve people in this house guess it's cheaper by the dozen
Yeah twelve people in this house I guess it's cheaper by the
Second cousin like my brother two kids without a mother
My mama lost her life his mama couldn't beat the struggle
Grandma fought until the end saw the bucket and she kicked it
Can't win for f*cking losing I swear life can be so vicious
I remember rolling swishers tryna ignore my problems
Get high and come down fast realizing I still got em
Wanna rescue my family I grew up down in Gotham
Won't work unless they want it no matter how much you spot em
Normalizing tragedy death finna expose you
Got no money to give but make feel like I'm 'pose to
Hard being Jaden Smith when the people done chose you
Harder feeling far away from who you used to be close to
Nervous kid lost boy I could barely read the map
It's a cold and lonely world never let my lips get chap
Brace yourself before I blow hoping I can bridge the gap
They get caged up in my city 'fore they realize it's a trap
Yeah they get caged up in my city 'fore they realize it's a
And if you ask my friends they prolly say that I'm focused
Ask me that same question I prolly say that shit bogus
Always handle my business but I could be doing more
Did you really live your life if all you did was not be poor
I'm so hard on myself I go so hard for myself
I make this shit look easy 'til you see the cards I was dealt
And with these bars imma chef like Mr. Carter himself
Putting my soul in every word making sure my jargon is felt
Remember them hard times how the f*ck could I forget
Robbed me of my innocence still happy that we met
Niggas thinking I won't make it prolly wouldn't take that bet
It's a craft the way I stack that cheese and live with no regrets
Repping that Underdog Regime you niggas know the set
Never took a shot I didn't like bitch get it out the net
Taking chances from the hood playing Russian roulette
Clout the only thing they checking for what happened to respect