Cadalack Ron - Times is Hard lyrics

[Verse 1] Times is hard, no doubt different ways to struggle No stranger to the rack, he's the failure to raise your hustle Plus whut, about 20 bucks for a days work How'd it look? I turn a white T into a grey shirt I ain't no punk homie, maintain Hollywood respect Do my thing, I get the loot and jet, got the good connect No stranger to the snipe game, cheeks tastes like cigarettes From the bu*ts on the ground that I found, you still filter it.. No sleep ever, yeah cracker that's only dead time Personified the subway train, I'm the red line From Hollywood to Persia Hoods up, heads down, Holland & McCursey Call it a perversion If I only knew a camera crew to follow me in person No A&E, you want to see, pay the fee Get a job? Can't say to me, so angrily I got one you idiot, I work double shifts Y'all don't see the pain And that's where the trouble is Imagining that generation or ex, stab in the back Dirty needles, good kids hurtin' people Mom didn't raise me like this Wipe the hate from my lips Blood and H in the mix Drip all the way to my wrist Yeah, I know what an atheist is I live forever as a bloodstain, my name will exist In this bathroom stall I'll outlast you all Push the plunger Catch tags and blast the wall Ain't no telling where I could go from here Hope I'm clear I see through the smoke and mirrors I live harder on purpose to provoke my peers My life is overrated man, I been a joke for years It's overrated man, I been a joke for yours [Hook] And I don't need to tell y'all that times is hard And you don't need to tell me that I've been scarred I'm not a fraud Let me believe that I'm in charge I got the keys and Ima drive this car Pain behind these bars Need a minute put my mind on pause Hollywood hold my back, my feet will shine these stars One hit, one fix, one more dime I toss Spike in my wrist Crucify me, climb to god [Verse 2] Good times, bad times, Hollywood signs Fat lines sniff 'em to the dome 'till you flat line I stick the vic with the chrome with a black nine Skidrow no place to call a home if you lack spine If you can wit, yeah you can roll yeah that's fine See these dudes forgot they PD rooms I read graffiti like news while I PT cruise Park outside blow smoke on the city views Lit the fuse, hit the pipe early like hittin' snooze I never want to wake up, perpetual insomniac In retrospect I guess it sounds better when I'm on the track Need a store-mat, I'm their drug corp I'm in that white room walls are black I do all of that Call me back, let me know though Mr. Nodos One of them imaginary people no lobos Rip the photos, hot bars your sister quote those Mr. Muggy Water mixed with coco Sweat profusely, ditch the Loko The bright and sunny sh** 60 bucks yeah, in the sole Too quick, that's the Money Clique Sayin' "come with this, yo whens this guy leaving?" I bounce from the telly quick, now I'm dry heaving Still got the cash though, to live is my gain Black gold deliver my pain My aim: don't remember my name The city is strange, cast by Oliver Stone Cinders remain carved in all of the thrones Own judgement can't trust my, so I catch a bus ride 22 stories swan dive, but too much pride Standing there on Julian, Family reunion Randomly he ruined 'em A gram or even two of 'em was all in a days work Simple soul sacrifice No more pain, hurt, no more cast the dice Burn both ends I gotta light this candle I learned from old friends that my life's a gamble Yeah yeah cos my life's a [Hook x2]