Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
A
Am
We are time, hard time, hustlin',
A
Am
we are time, hard time, hustlin',
we are time, hard time, hustlin',
we are time, hard time,
Mama been laid off,
D
she ain't workin' no more,
papa been laid off,
Am
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
D
Mama mad at pops cause
he ain't workin'
A
D
but today she lost her job
Am
What in the fuck is
we supposed to do?
G
We on our last loaf of bread
Am
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,
D
Am
y 'all don't say nothing,
get on the floor
Kinda hard to see at night in a house
D
when it ain't no li cense, shit
No gas or water,
Am
had to borrow H2O from my relative
And it feels like I ain't even here,
A
Am
I'm ready to get up and get on my own
D
But I got three more fucking years,
Am
niggas 15, with a big dream
G
To make it on out this ghetto,
A
but the devil won't settle
D
Fuckin' up my levels, he won't let go
Am
I'm livin' it down,
it seems I just can't win
A
I'm high but I'm stoppin' to realize
Am
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,
G
she ain't workin' no more
D
Papa been laid off,
Am
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'
G
D
Like I won't even fuck school right now
Am
I'm hungry and I can't eat that
damn diploma
But on this corner,
I can eat every day
D
Am
All I gotta do is slang the J
D
Nigga, if business keep
going this way
Am
Me and my family is finna be straight
D
I'm glad I took that fifty dollar spit
Am
Grandma gave me,
bought me a double up
D
A
Now it's all about coming up
D
I'ma pick it back next week
Am
with Pete
Took my ass straight to the block
With a handful of rocks, y 'all
D
And this my first time I'm low
Am
D
And watching for cop cars
Am
By the end of the night
G
A nigga sold all the rocks I'm trippin',
D
I'm looking at all the dough I got
Am
I ship it big, came and sold the
block and locked it
D
Make me so poppin' so nigga
Tonight my people gon'
G
be eating on lobster
Am
I hate to say it, but I think these
streets done
D
really created a monster
Am
Cause now that I see,
G
I think I could come up by breaking the law
D
Why in the hell is you steady
Am
telling me to go and get a job?
A
Fuck that, nigga, this is my thing right now
D
Now I know I'm walking home,
happy, smiling,
Am
and I ain't even thinking about
Mama been laid off,
G
she ain't working no more
D
Papa been laid off,
Am
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,
D
she ain't workin' no more
Papa been laid off,
Am
he say things done got slow
My father's been laid off,
he been locked down
A
Am
for more than two years now
D
Am
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,
G
D
but my brother started ridin' home
A
Am
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,
D
you ain't gon' have shit on your books
Look, give me a minute,
Am
I'll tell you in a minute, I promise I will
G
D
As soon as I finish this last row
Am
I'ma drop the dice after this last row
Little did he know,
I got no intentions
D
on leavin' this shit here
I'm finna get rich here
When you get out,
you have some shit here
If you still care
Am
Made enough money to move my moms
and pops to a new pad
G
D
They was suspicious,
but they ain't care
Because this more shit than we ever had
Am
But shit went bad, six in the morning
D
Crashin' through my
Am
door was the feds
And I want that bag,
we gon' chew
D
And I'm like, ooh
Am
She listen to my brother,
G
But I'm like, fuck it, nah
D
Mama got to buggin' out
When them po -po got to cuffin' pops
Am
Now I'm in the courtroom
G
When they ask me how I play
Am
I tell the judge straight up
D
I been havin' problems and it's sorry,
Am
cuz Mama been later
D
She ain't workin' no more
Papa been later
Am
He said things done got slow
My brother's been later
He been locked down
for more than two years now
Mama been later
D
She ain't workin' no more
Papa been later
Am
He said things done got slow
My brother's been laid off,
he been locked out for more than
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