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My head to the sky, I'm going through these hard times (Funk or Die) My brother doing fifteen, what an L, that's hard time It's Philthy, nigga, uh-huh, look My head to the sky, I'm going through these hard times My brother doing fifteen, what an L, that's hard time My mama gettin' older, I think she sick, it's hard times My bitch ain't never satisfied, complaining all the time Going through these hard times I'm going through these hard times Going through these hard times I'm going through these hard times (Look) These niggas dyin' for attention, please keep me out of your mentions This thirty come with extension, blood on his shoes, no Christians My mama 'bout to turn sixty, I was in the hood with the 60s In the Lam' truck, you couldn't miss me, I was payin' my respect to Nipsey They deny JBay appeal, how you think Lil JBay'll feel? My nephew my son now, gotta raise him up with Lil Ant and Phil My nigga say he don't want help, but he strugglin' to make ends meet How I'm 'posed to just sit back? I gotta make sure that his kids eat Bitch stressin' me 'bout another bitch, fuck you and your attitude How you up in this foreign in this big house? Where is your gratitude? My lil' nigga tried to put a jacket on me, my OG put a package on me And I'm beefin' with some niggas that I don't know, so I gotta have it on me, it's Philthy Letras de cancionesMy head to the sky, I'm going through these hard times My brother doing fifteen, what an L, that's hard time My mama gettin' older, I think she sick, it's hard times My bitch ain't never satisfied, complaining all the time Going through these hard times I'm going through these hard times Going through these hard times I'm going through these hard times (Look) First nigga they gon' call if anybody ever need somethin' No, I don't never call them, 'cause nigga, I don't ever need nothin' In the kitchen cookin' off-white, designer on me by Off-White Early mornings and late nights, we call them all-night flights Worst day of my life when I lost Feddi, nigga, I can't lie I done slid so many times on the opps' block, I can't die Foreigns all in my driveway, but you would never understand my pain Ain't nothin' to eat and nowhere to go, I done fucked around and got a migraine Almost died off codeine, what they was gon' tell Phil and Ant? They daddy left them in the world to raise theyself? Nah, I ain't feelin' that Salute to both of my baby mamas, I be on the road runnin' up the commas The only two reasons I don't jump back in the streets or entertain the drama, it's Philthy My head to the sky, I'm going through these hard times My brother doing fifteen, what an L, that's hard time My mama gettin' older, I think she sick, it's hard times My bitch ain't never satisfied, complaining all the time Going through these hard times I'm going through these hard times Going through these hard times I'm going through these hard times From Letras Mania