Times Is Hard

歌詞

[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