Hard Times
Lil Wayne & The Game Lyrics

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[Intrp]
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
There's 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
There's no love to be found

Havin hard times
There no love to be found

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lil Wayne and The Game's "Hard Times" song express their feelings of being rejected by society and the struggle to find love in the midst of chaos. The introduction offers a sense of confusion and isolation, as Lil Wayne sings about feeling like he is being feared by others. This sets the tone for the rest of the song, which focuses on the harsh realities of life and how difficult it can be to persevere through difficult times.

The verse of The Game employs a political reference to former US President Barack Obama who famously accomplished a feat that eluded his predecessor the mission to apprehend Osama bin Laden, during his time as president. He goes ahead and mentions the drug trafficking issue in the Republican era where the drugs were smuggled in. The Game talks about the luxurious life he lives as he mentions his wealth in terms of Lamborghinis and women. He refers to himself as Fidel Castro and Capone, famous historical figures who were brutal leaders who ruled by force. This section speaks to his desire for power, money and fame.

Lil Wayne comes in with the chorus and his verses occasionally referring to his history on the streets and his notoriety. Wayne claims his gangster tough guy reputation, taking pride in enduring different challenges despite being ignored by society. He makes a boastful claim of his girl who can handle difficult situations as well as he does. In summary, the song talks about struggle, resilience, and the challenge of coping in a harsh society.

Line by Line Meaning

They don?t seem to want me but they won?t admit
I'm often rejected, but people won't own up to it

I think I?m some kind of creature that they are having fear of
I believe people fear and reject me like a mythical creature

Hard times
Difficult times

There's no love to be found
There's no compassion or kindness available

I?m feeling like a black Democrat,
I identify with the Democratic party as a black person

Barack Obama but the only nigga that can catch Osama
I'm like Barack Obama, except the only person who can catch Osama bin Laden

Spray lambas and get good head and fuck fly bitches with no covenant
I carry guns and have sex with attractive women without any commitment

Only the kitchen oven and rules to the government
My only options are to cook drugs and follow government laws

Ask the republicans how crack cocaine get smuggled in?
I challenge Republicans to answer how crack cocaine is brought into the country

Watch them throw they hands up and say it wasn?t them
Republicans deny responsibility when asked about drug smuggling

As for rap, this is my lyrical asthma attack
Rap is my outlet for expressing myself and my struggles

It?s all I know, the guns, the cash, the dro
I'm familiar with guns, money, and drugs

Fidel Castro on my own right, capone like
I view myself as a powerful and influential figure

My fioso been franky on the low pro.
I have a strong and trustworthy network

Drop top Bentley, chromed out semi
I own a fancy car and gun

Two ran on popular demand like the first penny
My guns are in high demand and worth a lot

My order more PK, wrist saying kinda deep
I buy more guns and my watch is expensive

Throw DJ quake, tell em other niggas to taste this
I'm confident in my abilities and challenge others to compete

Who the buck 50 what?s coming out the speakers
What I'm rapping about is intense and shocking

Got every video bitch scared the fuck of me
The women in music videos are intimidated by me

Shit gangster to the core
I'm a real gangster

Ain?t no rap flame paint your kitchen floor
My music is not just a trend, it's authentic

What you, you can?t ignore
You can't deny my presence or success

Things you endure went up against the board
I've dealt with many hardships and obstacles

All I hard was easy don?t feel me no more
The things I used to consider difficult are now easy to me

I hear your bullshit I play mad at door
I don't tolerate nonsense, I'll meet you at the door

I?m outta category I ain?t there with you
I'm unique and can't be compared to others

I got a positive vibe I ain?t scared of yours
I have a confident and positive attitude, I'm not intimidated by yours

Hit the kid nigga they?ve never did it wrong
My team is loyal and trustworthy

I got a girl so fine her name Perrignon
I have a beautiful girlfriend named Perrignon

She know how to get them thangs and carry on
She knows how to handle business and keep going

I blow outta town when gas is outta town
I leave town when things get tough

Uptown in the building how that sounds
I'm a respected and influential figure in my community

Cause killas don?t get dirty about
Real killers don't get caught up in drama

They get whispered about and get murdered about boi
They become the topic of gossip and eventually get killed

You got it on your mind look daddy say something
If you have something to say, say it to me

All I played buttoned get your face buttoned up
If you mess with me, you'll regret it

And now when you smirk you look like Jay Z?s shirt
You're not as cool as you think you are

Sippin on turf
Smoking marijuana

Give them hard taking tampons
I'm causing my competitors pain

Shot of patron and don
I drink expensive liquor

The ones trained get ran on my crew hard
My team is well-prepared and successful

Louis V sweaters on the boulevard
I wear expensive clothing in public

Poor niggas cars throw up signs and bang on
Less affluent people admire me and show their support

They call me J.R. I tell em come holla
My nickname is J.R. and people seek me out

I tell my poppa put away your dollars your son got choppers
I tell my father to save his money, I have guns

And if you get enemy?s your son got enemies that uptown energy
If anyone has a problem with my father, they have a problem with me and my community

Niggas never gon be on my level
No one can match my success

Get a shovel dig a hole
I'll bury anyone who tries to compete with me

Bitch impala with he devil
A woman is driving a car alongside Satan

You an acquired hustler
You're not a naturally talented hustler like me

I?m a 80?s baby for real born in 79 and ready to kill
I was born in 1979 and I'm a real killer

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, LARRY MIZELL, MARLIN J. GODWIN, PREMRO VONZELLAIRE SMITH

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