Game Hard Times Lyrics

Hard Times Lyrics

[Intrp]

They don’t seem to want me but they won’t admit

I think I’m
some kind of creature that they are having fear of

Hard times

Theres no love to be found



[The Game]

I’m feeling like a
black Democrat, 

Barack Obama but the only nigga that can catch Osama

Spray lambas and get good head and fuck fly bitches with no covenant

Only the kitchen oven and rules to the government

Ask the republicans
how crack cocaine get smuggled in?

Watch them throw they hands up and say
it wasn’t them

As for rap, this is my lyrical asthma attack

It’s all
I know, the guns, the cash, the dro

Fidel Castro on my own right, capone
like 

My fioso been franky on the low pro.

Drop top Bentley,
chromed out semi

Two ran on popular demand like the first penny

My
order more PK, wrist saying kinda deep 

Throw DJ quake, tell em other
niggas to taste this

Who the buck 50 what’s coming out the speakers 

got every video bitch scared the fuck of me



[Chorus]

Having hard times

There’s no love to be found

Having hard times


There no love to be found



[Lil Wayne]

Shit gangster
to the core

Ain’t no rap flame paint your kitchen floor

What you,
you can’t ignore 

Things you endure went up against the board

All I
hard was easy don’t feel me no more

I hear your bullshit I play mad at
door

I’m outta category I ain’t there with you

I got a positive
vibe I ain’t scared of yours

Hit the kid nigga they’ve never did it wrong


I got a girl so fine her name Perrignon

She know how to get them
thangs and carry on

I blow outta town when gas is outta town

Uptown
in the building how that sounds

Cause killas don’t get dirty about

They get whispered about and get murdered about boi



[Chorus]

Having hard times

There’s no love to be found

Having hard times


There no love to be found



[Lil Wayne]

You got it on
your mind look daddy say something

All I played buttoned get your face
buttoned up

And now when you smirk you look like Jay Z’s shirt

Sippin on turf



[The Game]

Give them hard taking
tampons

Shot of patron and don

The ones trained get ran on my crew
hard 

Louis V sweaters on the boulevard

Poor niggas cars throw up
signs and bang on



[Lil Wayne]

They call me J.R. I tell em
come holla

I tell my poppa put away your dollars your son got
choppers

And if you get enemy’s your son got enemies that uptown
energy



[The Game]

Niggas never gon be on my level

Get
a shovel dig a hole 

Bitch impala with he devil you an acquired
hustler

I’m a 80’s baby for real born in 79 and ready to kill



[Chorus]

Havin hard times

Theres no love to be found

Havin
hard times 

There no love to be found