Bushwick Bill - Times Is Hard Lyrics
[ Verse 1 ]Times that is hard as a 25 yearsAin't got a dime and ain't seen a chick in a yearI'm catching drama from my mama on downIt's rough as *****, but homie, I'm staying downNow I have done everything from Everclear to sherman sticksI sold dope around townI'd stomp niggas downRolling through my hood like a superstarTurning corner after corner in my brand new carsThese hoes used to call me ballerBut that was 'fore I lost my grip, now they barely even call aPlayer cause they know I'm brokeNo Rolex and no Benz, just spokes (shit)Now that I'm back to life, and that I'm back to realityGot one life which ain't shit without a salaryI'm spitting game so y'all can feel meMan, I'ma make it out the ghetto if it kills meAnd Lil' Jay will make it realY'all know the deal[ Verse 2 ]Now if it wasn't for moms I wouldn't have no worldYou stood tall through it all, so you go, girlI know things ain't all they used to beI had to slow my roll, see, trouble's getting used to meI gots to make you a proud motherNo more crack slanging, I gots to be a proud brotherAnd take control of my destinyI can't let these streets get the best of meIt's kinda rough starting over but it's worth the painInstead of getting stuck with the same ol' sameStretched like a rubberband, busting flicksIn the pen for life with some off-brand tricksAin't nobody knowin about the pain you feelI'ma change my life, mama, that's on the realI pray to God He make you feel meMan, I'ma make it out the ghetto if it kill meAnd mama, that's real[ Verse 3 ]No more playing mack daddy for you skeezersI got one lover, I love her, so I'ma please herAnd leave you tramps aloneSince I'm getting shit straight, I'm starting at homeNow 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 soGot two sons and no daughtersI'm barely feeding both of my kids but I still gots to be a fatherThat I used to want pops to beThis ain't no dis to ya, pops, cause you're still my gI'm on a long road to nowhere if I don't changeLife with no crime on my mind feels strangeWorking like a mother*****er, slick like a Benz seatBacking off my old hustle, trying to make these ends meetI pray to God he make you feel meMan, I'ma make it out the ghetto if it kills meAnd niggas, that's real
