Lyrics
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Bad times
Make you do bad things
Bad times, make you do bad things
Door opens up I got that Pump, like criss-cross, I can
Make you jump, If you don't come off the money and the bricks
Any funny moves you get hit quick, I need the whole stash
You think it's a game, bitch, quick to blast
Good night, in and out fast
Make it to the hideout, split the tech and wild out
Keep your head on a swivel
Always stay strapped, as a means of survival
In the hood, no affiliation, everybody rival
Always business, never personnel
Why? because killer, we kip over personnel
Lose emotional, live like a king
Or get on a bus and try a new thing
They will always be jealous, always be robbers
Dangerous, but these are hard times, deeper than any ride
Bad times, make you do bad things
Times are bad, so you think you trying to move a bag
In doing so, things can get more bad
I mean morbid, I mean sad
Now you think you tough, what about when the cops bring the cuffs
Or a nigga take your pack, what you think you really can't get that
You too big for all of that
Look, and all the time wasted
Face it, the drug dealer's dream
Is making it to a key
Please, you don't even know the economics of the streets
First off, crack heads always gon' smoke crack
But it's a lot more that comes with that
Like the ones that try to beat you out of packs
Boy, waiting for the spot to jump 24-7
Look, at the end of the day
You can't buy your way into heaven
Bad times, make you do bad things
Here we go, on that double up, niggas coming up
Run-up in your hood like corona and we coughing up
Open up them niggas, got them cash, got them cars
Can't believe you left no scrap, we on your ass, on God, check it
I'm bout to hit you cause these niggas wanna see
About these things, about these dreams, about that dollar
About that ring, about that scheme, like you really wanna
We bout to show you how we get it, 205
Birmingham, I'm creeping on your corner
Bad times, make you do bad things
B-A-D-T-I-M-E-S, get it off your chest
Bad dreams, make you do bad things
Matter fact, that type of scene, make you paint a perfect scene
Bad crime, yellow tape, nigga, all that
Police in a hoodie like a smoker, better fire back
See just how you living with them feds and them bullets back
Platinum in the options, shoot it out to the hardest track
Hardest track, now these niggas catching heart attacks
Fred G, I shoot them bullets, matter fact, you falling back
See just how you do it in your hood, nigga, tripping
Understand how I'm living, me and Diz in this bitch, we get it
Bad times, make you do bad things
So the rent is late, and the money's due
Business coming through, what you gonna do
Sit back, maybe rob a couple niggas too
This is cruel, but this is not what you should do
Sit back, think about them times instead
When you made it up in your head that you not gonna be dead
That you gonna do whatever it is
And you sit back, relax, and chill with this
Bad times, make you do bad things
Not enough good times going around
All that other stuff keeps breaking you down
Looking in the eyes of a man that's a hater
Trying to share a fate with a nigga that'll hate you
I'ma do great things and be a great one
I'ma live life till I'm dead and gone, son
I'ma do things you will never have to do
I done did things that you don't gotta go through
Bad times, make you do bad things