Hard Times

[Intro]

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, the only nigga that can catch Osama

Spray lamas, get good head and fuck fly bitches with no covenant

Only the kitchen oven in 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

Mafioso, Ben Franky on the low pro

Drop top Bentley, chromed out semi

Two grand in popular demand like the first pennies

My Audemars Piguet wrist say it's time to dethrone Jay quick

Tell 'em other niggas to take six

Coupe a buck fifty, what’s coming out the speakers?

Got every video bitch scared to fuck with me

[Hook]

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 heard was easy don’t fill me no more

I hear your bullshit, I play matador

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

I got a positive vibe, but I ain’t scared of ya'll

Hit the kid nigga dip, never that at all

Then red attack the wall, that black-ack-ack-ack-ack

I got a girl so fine her name Perignon

She know how to get them things in her carry on

I blow outta town Grants when I'm outta town

Uptown in the building how that sounds

Cause killas don’t get heard about

They get whispered about and you get murdered out, boy

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]

You got it on your mind look daddy say something

All that play buckin' get your face buttoned up

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

Steppin' on the turf

[The Game]

Give 'em hard dick and tampons

A shot of Patron and Don

The ones trained get ran on, my crew hard

Louis V sweaters on the boulevard

Pull niggas cars throw up signs and bang Nas

[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 got enemy’s, your son got enemies, that uptown energy

[The Game]

Niggas ain't gon' never be on my level

Get a shovel, dig a hole

Bitch and poly with he devil you or I, quiet hustler

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

[Hook]