Hard Times - Intellectual

[Chorus: Street money Red]

Hard times, gotta sell swag

Hard grind, runnin through the bag

Nigga never had a bag

If you feel me, say yeah yeah

If you feel me say yeah yeah

I ain't been asleep in a week

I'm chasin racks, makin sure everybody eat

All this money in my face, I gotta keep

But you know it's G coad, so fuck a freak

I told my nigga MOB, we got it, T

Don't you play around with these niggas, if you do, you play for keeps

This shit for the hard times she couldn't get Jimmy Chew or Luie V

This for them hard times I fucked that pack up with my bro Ali

Hard times, gotta sell swag

Hard grind, runnin through the bag

Nigga never had a bag

If you feel me, say yeah yeah

If you feel me say yeah yeah

I keep that ammo tucked

I see you sweat for a buck

Puttin that ice in the Rolli, I see you fuckin it up

Shootin birds at you fucks

And Imma ride for all of my niggas, we ain't worryed bout you ducks

Sippin drank, no cup

I shine like you shakin me up

I pour an 8 in the jug

That was for all of my thugs

We pour up the mud, take the pain away

Fade away like MJ

45 with the 8

I be addicted to forins, come through that bitch with the glass roof

Hard times, gotta sell swag

Hard grind, runnin through the bag

Nigga never had a bag

If you feel me, say yeah yeah

If you feel me say yeah yeah