[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 but the only nigga that can catch Osama Spray lambas and get good head and fuck fly bitches with no covenant Only the kitchen oven 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 My fioso been franky on the low pro. Drop top Bentley, chromed out semi Two ran on popular demand like the first penny My order more PK, wrist saying kinda deep Throw DJ quake, tell em other niggas to taste this Who the buck 50 what's coming out the speakers got every video bitch scared the fuck of me [Chorus] 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 hard was easy don't feel me no more I hear your bullshit I play mad at door I'm outta category I ain't there with you I got a positive vibe I ain't scared of yours Hit the kid nigga they've never did it wrong I got a girl so fine her name Perrignon She know how to get them thangs and carry on I blow outta town when gas is outta town Uptown in the building how that sounds Cause killas don't get dirty about They get whispered about and get murdered about boi [Chorus] Having hard times There's no love to be found Having hard times There no love to be found [Lil Wayne] You got it on your mind look daddy say something All I played buttoned get your face buttoned up And now when you smirk you look like Jay Z's shirt Sippin on turf [The Game] Give them hard taking tampons Shot of patron and don The ones trained get ran on my crew hard Louis V sweaters on the boulevard Poor niggas cars throw up signs and bang on [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 get enemy's your son got enemies that uptown energy [The Game] Niggas never gon be on my level Get a shovel dig a hole Bitch impala with he devil you an acquired hustler I'm a 80's baby for real born in 79 and ready to kill [Chorus] Havin hard times Theres no love to be found Havin hard times There no love to be found