Date 2020-05-09
Category Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
42 Dugg Hard Times
Detroit rapper 42 Dugg is seriously on the way up. Thanks to a joint signing to Yo Gotti’s CMG and Lil Baby’s 4PF, the young star-in-the-making has the blueprint to success in the music business. Earlier today, Lil Baby released the new video for “We Paid,” his latest track with Dugg, and now we’re shining a spotlight on the rapper’s latest solo video.
“Hard Times” is a stand-out from 42 Dugg’s recent project Young And Turnt 2. Although it was released before corona became a big thing, it is insanely relevant now, reminding us all that hard times are not permanent.
The video starts off by showing news reports of Dugg’s recent March arrest on federal gun charges. It continues with scenes of the rapper cooling out around the city, hitting different landmarks and just having a good time.
42 Dugg – Hard Times (prod. Helluva Beats)
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[Intro]
Yeah, I made it, this bitch somethin’
I’m finally in my bag (My, oh my God)
Now I stay in my bag, turn up (Helluva made the beat, baby)
[Pre-Chorus]
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin’ like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin’
I’m the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin’ my nigga
[Chorus]
Hard times don’t last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don’t brag
I’m like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin’ goin’ on
Don’t hit me on the ‘Gram, bitch, don’t call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin’, keep it pushin’, we ain’t even
[Verse 1]
Still do this shit for Reese, still do this shit for Nell
Got five doin’ thirty, another five doin’ Neff
Who in my I can’t tell sometime?
They don’t know it’s about the money, won’t mail sometime
If I fail I try, like, “Why can’t I move on?”
Still, I’m movin’ through the city, still I’m movin’ through the phone
Still, I’m missin’ my dog, they just gave him nine, ten
They said, “We collect calls,” they don’t make ’em like me
[Chorus]
Hard times don’t last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don’t brag
I’m like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin’ goin’ on
Don’t hit me on the ‘Gram, bitch, don’t call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin’, keep it pushin’, we ain’t even
[Verse 2]
On the face, I was Skeeter, like, dog, you keep it goin’
As long as you can move the gram nigga, I can move the orange
Still smilin’ in the mornin’ when that bag touch
Four hundred thousand cash, got it bustin’ out the stacks
Remember when we used to fuck them racks
Now all of my bitches bad
Still would give up my last just to see you one time
If you never make it back, doggy bone, I tried
Yeah, [?] ask him what it’s gon’ take
[?] forever [?]
[Pre-Chorus]
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin’ like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin’
I’m the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin’ my nigga
[Chorus]
Hard times don’t last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don’t brag
I’m like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back
[Outro]
Hard times don’t last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don’t brag
I’m like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back