Hard Times

[Hook: Liam and Macie]
My mama told me never to tell...A dirty old lie (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)
My mama never to settle...just to get by (Just to get by, just to get by)
Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times...
Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)
Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times
Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh..
I'm from the city where they all illegal
In Haterville, Illinois where folks don't get along with people
You feel me? Where niggas keep a tool on
And run up on you like you was chewing ya Stride too long
Selling on the same block that the school on, that's what gets me
And only serve white like diners in the '60s
I'm only 16, spittin' like I'm 19
And marketing all over the scene like sprite cream
A little nigga be hittin' quicker than lightning
And I'm on a closed roster, meaning a tight team
Clean, I'm feeling the fresh
I don't usually be stuntin' but honestly I am killin' the rest
Yes, feeling like a big fish, swimmin' in a little pond
Waiting on the industry to reel in the catch
But I digress, the best of the age they regard Vic
I used to skate and flip a deck like a card trick
And break dance and graffiti, now I'm taking life easy
While niggas pulling the strings like guitar picks
Cause I'm spittin' them type of bars that a star spits
So I'm gettin' that type of shine that a star gets
And all my homies know the name of the game
I still play 'em like food fights, aim at a stain
And that's forever

[Liam and Macie]
Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times...
Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)
Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times
Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
My city living in cold winters and hotter summers
Where the fiends get a fix for the pipe without the plumbers
And in the heat niggas don't be fighting without the thumpers
I'm silent striking, it's like lightning without the thunder
Now I'm flippin' over these bars like a high jumper
And keeping my vision on the stars, tryna rise under
No time for slumber
We got Gs, little guys in runners
Who moving soft white and pushin' H2 like they ridin' Hummers
I know good guys who done dirt to live lives in comfort
And it hurts, but kids die when guns burst
So in the city, pull the pump first
If not, get blasted, locked in a casket, tucked shirt
For what it's worth like a market price
Most of these niggas is just the talking type
Rarely do they bark and bite
But when it happens I'm finished rapping...
I will strike in the dark of night
In a nutshell, GET IT CRACKIN'!

[Liam and Macie]
Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times...
Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)
Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times
Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)

My mama told me never to tell...A dirty old lie
(Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)
My mama never to settle...just to get by
(Just to get by, just to get by)
Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times...
Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie)
Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times
Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)

Dirty old lie, dirty old lie
Just to get by, just to get by
Dirty old lie, dirty old lie
Just to get by, just to get by

Dirty old lie...