Bad times

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[INTRO — Dark Keys / Slow 808 Build] Yeah, you already know who it is. This that Young-AT. Fasho! Look... Been around this shit so long, Sometimes I forget how young I was when it started. But fuck it. We here now. [808 DROP] [VERSE 1] You don't want the smoke, that choppa hang off of my waistline, When it comes to the money, I'm runnin' straight to it, 'Cause these people know I don't waste time. Was just a youngin' when I started thuggin', I looked up to shootas by age nine. By thirteen, I was outchea servin', Makin' a name wit the bad guys. I been up on the daily just tryna get it, I keep me a glizzy for bad times. Got these bitches backdoorin', I keep my eyes open for the blindside. Learned young ain't everybody solid, Some people change when that bag right. Same ones tell you, “I love you, brother,” Be the same ones switchin' by midnight. That's why I move how I move, I ain't gotta explain mine. I remember bein' that young jhit Lookin' up at the street signs— Thinkin' one day I'ma get out, One day I'ma have mine. Now I got babies dependin' on Daddy, I ain't got no fuckin' spare time. [PRE-HOOK — Beat Pulls Back] Been through bad times, Long nights. Wrong roads, Hard life. Still ten toes When shit ain't right. If my babies need Daddy— Then Daddy gon' provide. [HOOK — Melodic / Heavy 808] I been grindin' through the bad times, Tryna make it to the good life. Money stay heavy on my damn mind, Family gotta eat, gotta get mine. Came from them streets where the sun don't shine, Youngin' learned early how to survive. Now I got two little reasons at home— I gotta make it back every night. Bad times, I done lived through plenty. Hard times, I ain't have a penny. Now every time that money call— Young-AT comin', bitch, I'm ready. [VERSE 2] Thirteen years old with a grown-man mentality, Didn't understand what that environment was handin' me. Thought bein' hard was the only way a man could be, Now I look back like, “Damn, that jhit was just tryna eat.” Ain't nobody sit me down, Tell me different ways to live. All I knew was get the money, Bring that motherfucker in. Saw the older ones with paper, Saw the respect that came with it, So a youngin' put together: Money equals independence. That mentality stuck. Even now, I want more. I done spent too many nights Wonderin' what's behind that door. I want property and paper, Want my family secure, Want my babies startin' somewhere I ain't never been before. I ain't tryna hand my son All the weight his daddy carried. I ain't tryna have my daughter Think that struggle necessary. I want both of 'em to know Where their daddy came from— But never have to live that shit To understand what he overcame. [HOOK] I been grindin' through the bad times, Tryna make it to the good life. Money stay heavy on my damn mind, Family gotta eat, gotta get mine. Came from them streets where the sun don't shine, Youngin' learned early how to survive. Now I got two little reasons at home— I gotta make it back every night. Bad times, I done lived through plenty. Hard times, I ain't have a penny. Now every time that money call— Young-AT comin', bitch, I'm ready. [VERSE 3 — Harder Delivery] Nowadays I'm movin' different, Got too much shit I could lose. Still that same jhit underneath, I just got more shit to prove. Got a family on my shoulders, Got responsibilities too. Can't be crashin' every time Some motherfucker get me confused. That's growth. Don't mistake it for fear. I done survived too much shit Just to throw away my years. Used to think bein' respected Meant everybody knew you dangerous. Now respect is when my babies Know their daddy never gave 'em up. That's real. And that realization hit different. All them nights I spent chasin' What I thought I was missin'. I wanted money. Wanted status. Wanted everybody listenin'. Now I want a fuckin' house With my whole family in it. Still hungry as ever, Still grind under pressure. Still remember every person Who thought they knew me better. But I don't gotta prove shit To every motherfucker talkin'. I got two babies at the finish line— So Daddy keep walkin'. [BRIDGE — Piano / Bass Drops Out] Age nine... I thought them streets made you a man. Age thirteen... Thought money was the whole damn plan. Now? I understand. A man ain't measured By how many motherfuckers fear him. It's who still got food When everybody depending on him. [pause] So when them bad times come back... I already know what to do. [808 rises] Keep goin'. [FINAL HOOK — Full Bass / Layered Vocals] I been grindin' through the BAD TIMES! Tryna make it to the GOOD LIFE! Money stay heavy on my damn mind, Family gotta eat, gotta get mine! Came from them streets where the sun don't shine, Youngin' learned early how to survive. Now I got two little reasons at home— I'M MAKIN' IT BACK EVERY NIGHT! Bad times! (Been through plenty!) Hard times! (Ain't have a penny!) Now every time that