Time Is Hard

Times that is hard as a 25 years
Aint got a dime and aint seen a chick in a year
Im catching drama from my mama on down
Its rough as ****, but homie, Im staying down
Now I have done everything from Everclear to sherman sticks
I sold **** around town
Id stomp ****** 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 Im broke
No Rolex and no Benz, just spokes (****)
Now that Im back to life, and that Im back to reality
Got one life which aint **** without a salary
Im spitting game so yall can feel me
Man, Ima make it out the ghetto if it kills me
And Lil Jay will make it real
Yall know the deal
[Verse 2]
Now if it wasnt for moms I wouldnt have no world
You stood tall through it all, so you go, girl
I know things aint all they used to be
I had to slow my roll, see, troubles 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 cant let these streets get the best of me
Its kinda rough starting over but its 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
Aint nobody knowin about the pain you feel
Ima change my life, mama, thats on the real
I pray to God He make you feel me
Man, Ima make it out the ghetto if it kill me
And mama, thats real
[Verse 3]
No more playing mack daddy for you skeezers
I got one lover, I love her, so Ima please her
And leave you tramps alone
Since Im getting * *** straight, Im starting at home
Now which one of yall was down and didnt clown when I was sleeping on the flo
My real girl, thats who, thats why I love her so
Got two sons and no daughters
Im barely feeding both of my kids but I still gots to be a father
That I used to want pops to be
This aint no dis to ya, pops, cause youre still my g
Im on a long road to nowhere if I dont change
Life with no crime on my mind feels strange
Working like a ************, 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, Ima make it out the ghetto if it kills me
And **** **, thats real