Tonalidad: Bb minor•
Verse 1
Bb
Bbm
We are time, hard time, hustlin',
Bb
Bbm
we are time, hard time, hustlin',
we are time, hard time, hustlin',
we are time, hard time,
Mama been laid off,
Eb
she ain't workin' no more,
papa been laid off,
Bbm
he say things don't got slow
My brother's been laid off,
he been locked down
for more than two years now
My world is crumblin' times,
it's harder workin' for but oh my God
Eb
Mama mad at pops cause
he ain't workin'
Bb
Eb
but today she lost her job
Bbm
What in the fuck is
we supposed to do?
Ab
We on our last loaf of bread
Bbm
Got cer eal, but no milk,
Kool -Aid, no sugar,
what the hell?
They think I'm Mr. Bill Collector,
beating down the duffer door
Mamas ain't when they come a knocking,
Eb
Bbm
y 'all don't say noth ing,
get on the floor
Kinda hard to see at night in a house
Eb
when it ain't no li cense, shit
No gas or water,
Bbm
had to borrow H2O from my relative
And it feels like I ain't even here,
Bb
Bbm
I'm ready to get up and get on my own
Eb
But I got three more fucking years,
Bbm
niggas 15, with a big dream
Ab
To make it on out this ghetto,
Bb
but the devil won't settle
Eb
Fuckin' up my levels, he won't let go
Bbm
I'm livin' it down,
it seems I just can't win
Bb
I'm high but I'm stoppin' to realize
Bbm
That I'm drunk this whole fifth of June
I'm 17 and drinkin' like I'm grown up
I got some problems,
plus I need some money
And it's really all because
Mama been laid off,
Ab
she ain't workin' no more
Eb
Papa been laid off,
Bbm
he said things done got slow
My father's been laid off,
he been locked down
For more than two years now
Juvenile nigga, I'm strugglin',
husband strugglin'
Ab
Eb
Like I won't even fuck school right now
Bbm
I'm hungry and I can't eat that
damn diploma
But on this corner,
I can eat every day
Eb
Bbm
All I gotta do is slang the J
Eb
Nigga, if business keep
going this way
Bbm
Me and my family is finna be straight
Eb
I'm glad I took that fifty dollar spit
Bbm
Grand ma gave me,
bought me a double up
Eb
Bb
Now it's all about coming up
Eb
I'ma pick it back next week
Bbm
with Pete
Took my ass straight to the block
With a handful of rocks, y 'all
Eb
And this my first time I'm low
Bbm
Eb
And watching for cop cars
Bbm
By the end of the night
Ab
A nigga sold all the rocks I'm trippin',
Eb
I'm looking at all the dough I got
Bbm
I ship it big, came and sold the
block and locked it
Eb
Make me so poppin' so nigga
Tonight my people gon'
Ab
be eating on lobster
Bbm
I hate to say it, but I think these
streets done
Eb
really created a monster
Bbm
Cause now that I see,
Ab
I think I could come up by breaking the law
Eb
Why in the hell is you steady
Bbm
telling me to go and get a job?
Bb
Fuck that, nigga, this is my thing right now
Eb
Now I know I'm walking home,
happy, smiling,
Bbm
and I ain't even thinking about
Mama been laid off,
Ab
she ain't working no more
Eb
Papa been laid off,
Bbm
he say things don't got slow
My brother's been laid off,
he been locked down
For more than two years now, ooh
Mama been laid off,
Eb
she ain't workin' no more
Papa been laid off,
Bbm
he say things done got slow
My father's been laid off,
he been locked down
Bb
Bbm
for more than two years now
Eb
Bbm
Business was boomin',
so a nigga assume it
I could do something, prove it,
like new shoes, clothes, shoes
Cut out that coupe I'm out here doin',
they got me a cold -ass bra
And that's somethin' I never had,
but I'm never mad
Cause I done snagged one bad one
with my young ass once I turned 18,
it was on,
Ab
Eb
but my brother started ridin' home
Bb
Bbm
Tellin' me to leave this shit alone,
I say what?
Nigga, you don't know that
I'm too deep in this
I'm livin' and breathin' the street shit
And if I don't play the cook,
Eb
you ain't gon' have shit on your books
Look, give me a minute,
Bbm
I'll tell you in a minute, I promise I will
Ab
Eb
As soon as I finish this last row
Bbm
I'ma drop the dice after this last row
Little did he know,
I got no intentions
Eb
on leavin' this shit here
I'm finna get rich here
When you get out,
you have some shit here
If you still care
Bbm
Made enough money to move my moms
and pops to a new pad
Ab
Eb
They was suspicious,
but they ain't care
Because this more shit than we ever had
Bbm
But shit went bad, six in the morning
Eb
Crashin' through my
Bbm
door was the feds
And I want that bag,
we gon' chew
Eb
And I'm like, ooh
Bbm
She listen to my brother,
Ab
But I'm like, fuck it, nah
Eb
Mama got to buggin' out
When them po -po got to cuffin' pops
Bbm
Now I'm in the courtroom
Ab
When they ask me how I play
Bbm
I tell the judge straight up
Eb
I been havin' problems and it's sorry,
Bbm
cuz Mama been later
Eb
She ain't workin' no more
Papa been later
Bbm
He said things done got slow
My brother's been later
He been locked down
for more than two years now
Mama been later
Eb
She ain't workin' no more
Papa been later
Bbm
He said things done got slow
My brother's been laid off,
he been locked out for more than
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