Times Is Rough - Black Soprano Family ft. Benny the Butcher, DJ Premier, Rick Hyde, Heem B$F

T—T—Times is rough and tough

D—D—Damn, is that how it is?

T—T—Times is rough and tough

T—T—Tough, t—t—tough

Ah

T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough

Damn, is that how it is?

Yeah, the Butcher comin', nigga

T—T—Times is rough and tough

Yo, uh

I'm runnin' out of reasons to feel sorry, it's blood in the streets

You gon' get mud on your cleats when the field soggy

Shorty gotta use both hands and Jill Scott me

Plug told me, when my records stop selllin', he still got me

Niggas just catchin' on to the numbers I'm checkin' on

Got lucky last summer, bookies wanna know what I'm bettin' on

Set the bar, kept the tar, came through like a wreckin' ball

Niggas can't touch a brick without puttin' my record on

Six figures out a dirty pyrex, thought that was all?

I made doubles sign and I'm sellin' em on tour

Bein' up feel good, but not better than bein' sure

I'm a product of the cocaine '80s, drug wars (Drug wars)

The moment I start to feel that the love gone

I'll be back with gloves on, just in case you was rubbed wrong, nigga

And if it ain't Griselda, it's love songs, nigga

And if the dope ain't good, then it's cut wrong, nigga

Damn, is that how it is?

T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough

Uh, uh, they know

D—D—Damn

It's Heem, nigga

T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough

Uh

Tell the truth, we don't need no hits (Uh-uh)

After me, Butch, and Rick go stupid on this Preemo shit (Preemo)

Stack paper like Pringle chips (We stackin', nigga)

I done seen those bricks speakin' Coke, then the lingo switched

Had the stove doin' Migo tricks (Real, real, haha)

Half a kilo wrist, they want me now 'çause my Vevo lit

Dope money gave me a ego lift, I rode the Riegel with Nicks

These blits and we pleadin' the fifth (Shh)

I lived the thug life leadin' to this (Ayo)

Now I sleep at the Ritz

Spend your re-up money shoppin' at Fifths (That shit light, nigga)

Street niggas at the top of the list, I was takin' them risks (Right there)

Sell them twenties 'til you run out the brick

And, nigga, watch how you bump your lips

Before I come off the hip, like Sei-Wen, on some cowboy shit

Used to want the Murciélago whip, but now times done switched (Skrrt)

Keep the fame, I just wanna be rich (That's all I want)

Do this shit for Baby Heem and Prince, everything legit

Welture's great cheese, eggs, and grits (Hahaha)

Tell the label put my name on the blimp, time to turn up the temp

Black Sopranos bring the family a win, they know

Damn, is that how it is?

Yeah

T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough

This Ricky

D—D—Damn

Ricky

T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough

Damn, is that how it is?

Look

If the scales say a thousand grams on it, then, shit

You weighed it up wrong, nigga

I'm runnin' base, I'm really up short, nigga

I know Cam', enough skill, like, "What up, y'all niggas?" (What up?)

Since place two, I'ma upsell, now it's "Fuck y'all niggas" (That money)

I turned ten into a fifty, nearly lost like thirty-seven of it

I had thirteen left, I put eleven on it (Yeah, yeah, whip)

We all shoot like the Warriors when Kevin on it (Brr)

Niggas I was bringin' up smoke, but they ain't ever on it (Wow)

I took advantage of my better moments (Yeah)

All this money, plus I got it out the mud, so it feel better, don't it?

This Preemo beat needed a legend on it

Like Nip' last song with Khaled, every bar is valid

If it ain't Soprano drums, it's ballots

If it ain't hard work, it's talent (Haha)

You not at all a challenge (Nah)

Niqualinda, never lost my balance

You gon' have to dig deeper than Dallas, motherfucker, huh (Yeah)

T—T—Times is rough and tough

D—D—Damn, is that how it is?

T—T—Times is rough and tough

T—T—Tough, t—t—tough

T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough