Times Is Hard Lyrics

Times Is Hard

[ Verse 1 ]



Times that is hard as a 25 years



Ain't got a dime and ain't seen a chick in a year



I'm catching drama from my mama on down



It's rough as fuck, but homie, I'm staying down



Now I have done everything from Everclear to sherman sticks



I sold dope around town



I'd stomp niggas down



Rolling through my hood like a superstar



Turning corner after corner in my brand new cars



These hoes used to call me baller



But that was 'fore I lost my grip, now they barely even call a



Player cause they know I'm broke



No Rolex and no Benz, just spokes (shit)



Now that I'm back to life, and that I'm back to reality



Got one life which ain't shit without a salary



I'm spitting game so y'all can feel me



Man, I'ma make it out the ghetto if it kills me



And Lil' Jay will make it real



Y'all know the deal







[ Verse 2 ]



Now if it wasn't for moms I wouldn't have no world



You stood tall through it all, so you go, girl



I know things ain't all they used to be



I had to slow my roll, see, trouble's getting used to me 



I gots to make you a proud mother



No more crack slanging, I gots to be a proud brother 



And take control of my destiny



I can't let these streets get the best of me



It's kinda rough starting over but it's worth the pain



Instead of getting stuck with the same ol' same



Stretched like a rubberband, busting flicks



In the pen for life with some off-brand tricks



Ain't nobody knowin about the pain you feel



I'ma change my life, mama, that's on the real 



I pray to God He make you feel me



Man, I'ma make it out the ghetto if it kill me



And mama, that's real







[ Verse 3 ]



No more playing mack daddy for you skeezers



I got one lover, I love her, so I'ma please her



And leave you tramps alone



Since I'm getting shit straight, I'm starting at home



Now which one of y'all was down and didn't clown when I was sleeping on the
flo'



My real girl, that's who, that's why I love her so



Got two sons and no daughters



I'm barely feeding both of my kids but I still gots to be a father 



That I used to want pops to be



This ain't no dis to ya, pops, cause you're still my g



I'm on a long road to nowhere if I don't change



Life with no crime on my mind feels strange



Working like a motherfucker, slick like a Benz seat



Backing off my old hustle, trying to make these ends meet



I pray to God he make you feel me



Man, I'ma make it out the ghetto if it kills me 



And niggas, that's real