Gangsta Boo - Bad Times lyrics

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My rent is due and I ain’t got it paid, shit I ain’t got nothing

I swear it ain’t enough time in a day, these bills keep coming

Shit’s rough and money slow but I tell you one thing

It ain’t much I know but I know how to hustle

So I hustle, get it by any means, I’m sick and tired of this struggle

I gotta keep my head up, head up, head up, head up

You gotta keep your head up, head up, head up, head up

Going through bad times

Let me take you into my world

Where some parts is all good and some parts is fucked up

Salute to all of my ladies taking care of their babies in the Projects

Where it drive them crazy, your strength amazing

I see you, boy, I see you over there shining nickel and diamond

But you steady climbing and I’m reclining, smoking, smoking on the best weed

Sometimes I buy, sometimes I get it free but I respect the hustle

Ain’t never been a petty pincher in this game

I just wanna look good, I just wanna have things

And make my grandmamma proud of me

That’s why I’m up early in the morning, I’m tryina get it

And it ain’t nothing going on but the money, if you ain’t got that you can get away from me

I’m a hustler like you, I be all about chips

Every month my rent’s due, I don’t wanna hear your shit

Yeah, hoe

My rent is due and I ain’t got it paid, shit I ain’t got nothing

I swear it ain’t enough time in a day, these bills keep coming

Shit’s rough and money slow but I tell you one thing

It ain’t much I know but I know how to hustle

So I hustle, get it by any means, I’m sick and tired of this struggle

I gotta keep my head up, head up, head up, head up

You gotta keep your head up, head up, head up, head up

Going through bad times

My rent don’t pay itself, motherfuckers don’t know my worth

I’ve seen the ups and downs, I be in the undergrounds like I can taste the dirt

I got a shady love but nowadays I really rep it up ‘cause niggas jack move

And I ain’t that dude to give up something that I love so much

…but just to play the game one more time, homie

Let me roll the dice, I got a good feeling about mine, homie

Shake, shake it all, I came to pin up note, enough to make the books

I’m losing friends over petty ends, a lot of motherfuckers are just fake as fuck

So I play the corner, scope the scene, do a duffle bag and then getting green

Take it back to my hideout then split it up with my whole team

Then we mash out, then we pass out … that you cashed out

You ain’t grinding you aced out so don’t come around me with your handout and that’s real

Motherfucker faker, swerve with them when I had the paper

Put enough numbers in the major league until I made a name in the majors

Gets greater later, all the time, thank God it let a player shine

‘Cause even when I feel short ‘cause I wanted more, he never let a player down

My rent is due and I ain’t got it paid, shit I ain’t got nothing

I swear it ain’t enough time in a day, these bills keep coming

Shit’s rough and money slow but I tell you one thing

It ain’t much I know but I know how to hustle

So I hustle, get it by any means, I’m sick and tired of this struggle

I gotta keep my head up, head up, head up, head up

You gotta keep your head up, head up, head up, head up

Going through bad times

When I’m focused I’m focused, pulling all kinds of tricks to get whole hocus pocus

I done seen niggas get it, I done seen niggas lose it

‘Cause they friends snitched on them, now they in jail doing numbers

Shit crazy, ain’t it? Keep your head up, in jail doing your time

I’m a rep you all up in my rhyme and I’mma pour some liquor and rest in peace

To my girl Latina, that shit is fucked up, I forever miss you

But keep a mental picture of everything that we did as young as …

We was out here thugging, them bitches wasn’t

It’s like tic tac, tic tac around the clock, hustle hard and I don’t stop

Why you think I’m hot? And I still keep it real with my niggas, my niggas in the hood

You know I fuck with you, push forward like Obama said, have faith like Jesus said

And get your money, that’s what Lola says, yeah

My rent is due and I ain’t got it paid, shit I ain’t got nothing

I swear it ain’t enough time in a day, these bills keep coming

Shit’s rough and money slow but I tell you one thing

It ain’t much I know but I know how to hustle

So I hustle, get it by any means, I’m sick and tired of this struggle

I gotta keep my head up, head up, head up, head up

You gotta keep your head up, head up, head up, head up

Going through bad times