L(Intro)
Yeah, yeah, we grindin’ through the storm, no fear, no quit,
Hard times on the block but we never counterfeit,
Drill mode activated, heart cold, spirit lit,
Let’s get it!
(Hook)
Hard times, yeah, we ridin’ through the pain,
Storm clouds, but we dancin’ in the rain,
No sleep, hustle deep, gotta maintain,
From the dirt to the top, gotta break these chains.
(Verse 1)
Woke up in the struggle, concrete jungle’s tough,
Bills on my mind, pockets barely got enough,
Lost some real ones, yeah, the streets been rough,
But I’m built from the mud, grindin’ steady, never bluff.
They want me down, but I bounce back like a G,
Dreams bigger than the block, that’s the energy,
Pain in my chest, but I mask it with the beats,
Every lyric’s a weapon when the world’s turnin’ cold, deep.
(Hook)
Hard times, yeah, we ridin’ through the pain,
Storm clouds, but we dancin’ in the rain,
No sleep, hustle deep, gotta maintain,
From the dirt to the top, gotta break these chains.
(Verse 2)
Nightmares in my rearview, visions crystal clear,
Dodgin’ all the snakes, enemies lurk near,
But my circle tight, loyalty’s the only gear,
We move silent, deadly, switchin’ up the gears.
Cash low, but the hunger’s always on ten,
Countin’ scars like trophies, yeah, we’ll rise again,
Life’s a cold bitch, but I’m colder than the wind,
Drill beats pumpin’, heart steady—let the saga begin.
(Hook)
Hard times, yeah, we ridin’ through the pain,
Storm clouds, but we dancin’ in the rain,
No sleep, hustle deep, gotta maintain,
From the dirt to the top, gotta break these chains.
(Verse 3)
Pressure make diamonds, I’m glowin’ in the dark,
Every setback’s fuel, ignitin’ up my spark,
Voices in my head sayin’, “Quit,” I say, “Nah,”
I’m a soldier in the drill, life’s a brutal art.
From the gutter to the glory, watch me elevate,
Haters throwin’ shade but I illuminate,
Hard times, yeah, they try to devastate,
But I’m built for this war, no time to hesitate.
(Hook)
Hard times, yeah, we ridin’ through the pain,
Storm clouds, but we dancin’ in the rain,
No sleep, hustle deep, gotta maintain,
From the dirt to the top, gotta break these chains.
(Outro)
Yeah, this for the fighters, the grinders, the real,
Hard times mold you, that’s the deal,
Keep your head up, let the drill beats heal,
We born from the struggle, that’s the seal.
Stay up, stay woke, never fold, keep chill.
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