Lyrics
Hard times I’ve been through some shit
Expressing the challenges faced in life.
I’m losing my mind I need a Percocet
Desire for relief, possibly through medication.
The streets so cold I got a leave the house with it
The environment is harsh and requires caution.
Feel it deep in my soul these niggas counterfeit
Feeling a sense of authenticity and sincerity in oneself compared to others.
I told the Bros we couldn’t get our time to shine
Struggle for recognition and success.
I get that load we gone split out ever dime
Commitment to share success with close associates.
That that’s on my soul I never switched up one time
Emphasis on loyalty and consistency.
And I can’t fold I won’t never drop a dime
Determination to keep secrets and not betray.
Where I’m from just hear gunshots and sirens
Living in a dangerous neighborhood with frequent violence.
Me and my niggas gone stick together just like Siamese
Expressing solidarity and unity with friends.
Mercy cook the beat like hibachi
Comparing music production to the precision of cooking on a hibachi grill.
I'm gone kick my shit like in karate
Confidence in expressing oneself, like in martial arts.
I got real in my vein I’m not talking no I V
Having authenticity in one's blood, not just metaphorically.
And I well connected just like 5G
Being well-connected, possibly in the streets, akin to 5G networks.
I see through these haters I don’t need no Visine
Seeing through fake people without the need for eye drops.
Took off them haters like I am a pilot
Overcoming obstacles or enemies, likened to a pilot taking off.
I came a long way from the floor now I'm getting money
Signifying progress from a difficult past to financial success.
I keep the Glizzy don’t think shit sweet you’ll end up in Trauma
Keeping a firearm for self-defense.
Man these streets just ain’t the same no more
Expressing nostalgia or disappointment about the changing nature of the streets.
I count up the profit over and over when I get bored
Counting profits repetitively out of boredom.
Hard times I’ve been through some shit
Reiteration of facing hardships in life.
I’m losing my mind I need a Percocet
Reiteration of the need for relief, possibly through medication.
Streets so cold I got a leave the house with it
Reiteration of the harshness of the streets.
Feel it deep in my soul these niggas counterfeit
Reaffirming a sense of authenticity amid a world of fakes.
I told the Bros we couldn’t get our time to shine
Repeating the desire for recognition and success with friends.
I get that load we gone split out ever dime
Reaffirming commitment to share success with close associates.
That's that’s on my soul I never switched up one time
Restating the importance of loyalty and consistency.
And I can’t fold I won’t never drop a dime
Reiterating the determination to keep secrets and not betray.
I can’t fold death before dishonor that’s all I know
Emphasizing the priority of honor over personal safety.
I don’t got no friends Nigga These my bros
Claiming a lack of trust in others, considering only close friends as true companions.
All that popping boy you better watch your tone
Warning against disrespect or arrogance.
I’m from the bricks I got shooters in Forest Cove
Identifying a specific location with potential danger.
I thought you was gonna ride for me
Expressing disappointment in someone's betrayal.
Had to find that you was grimy everything was perfect timing
Discovering deceit when everything seemed perfect.
So I put my heart in these rhymes because
Investing emotions and personal experiences into the music.
Hard times I’ve been through some shit
Reiteration of facing hardships in life.
I’m losing my mind I need a Percocet
Reiteration of the need for relief, possibly through medication.
Streets so cold I got a leave the house with it
Reiteration of the harshness of the streets.
Feel it deep in my soul these niggas counterfeit
Reaffirming a sense of authenticity amid a world of fakes.
I told the Bros we couldn’t get our time to shine
Repeating the desire for recognition and success with friends.
I get that load we gone split out ever dime
Reaffirming commitment to share success with close associates.
That that’s on my soul I never switched up one time
Restating the importance of loyalty and consistency.
And I can’t fold I won’t never drop a dime
Reiterating the determination to keep secrets and not betray.
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