Ace Hardy - Suffer Lyrics

Times getting rougher
Times getting tougher

So we gonna Suffer

I'm not here to brag I'm really here to keep a bean
People scared to speak the truth and hop on the scene
Shit ain't easy when you in the need for some green
When you see your idols living good on the screen
Can't shit when you starving all you do is scheme
Think we problem solving but we living for a dream, how you make it happen?
When you from the hood, and all you hear is guns clapping, and you know you different how you getting out?
Don't nobody give a f*ck because they chasing clout!

So we got to suffer, times getting rougher, So we got to suffer, times getting rougher
So we got to suffer, times getting rougher, So we got to suffer, times getting rougher
So we got to suffer, times getting rougher, So we got to suffer, times getting rougher

Now you dropped a lover, because they make it tougher
Now you loss'd a brother, next you'll lose another
What the hell is going on nobody got each other!

Yeah we got to suffer, times getting rougher, yeah we got to suffer, times getting rougher Yeah we got to suffer, times getting rougher, yeah we got to suffer, times getting rougher Yeah we got to suffer, times getting rougher, Eh!

Dog eat dog, cat eat cat, cannibal shit
Walk that talk, drink that flask, Flammable shit
Burn our mats, live like rats, laughable bitch, pat on back, aunts on crack
And ready to snitch
(Bruhman, 5th floor)
Bruh got Macs, spray for a snacks, pray for stacks, hit in back, covered in wax
Yeah he black, so what's next?... play his tracks
R.I.P, he hungry, that's a RAP

Yeah we got to suffer, times getting rougher, yeah we got to suffer, times getting rougher Yeah we got to suffer, times getting rougher, yeah we got to suffer, times getting rougher Yeah we got to, yeah we got to, yeah we got to, yeah we got to, yeah we got to, yeah we Got to, yeah we got to suffer, times getting rougher

5'0 laughing we know they get the clapping
Boys on the block waiting while they stay snapping
It's a war zone where the kids stay scrapping
Looking at the old heads on the corner rapping
Crotch grabbing, hit now they gasping
Running for they life but they stay hop cramping
Shorty set em up the one that really stay tramping
She got opps on the block and they stay camping
She got rocks in her socks and she stay dancing
Twisting cocks wit her locks it ain't no romancing

Light one, sip rum, toke one, joke some, have fun, get done, don't run, show gun
Pop one, go dumb, where from the slum, see bum eat crumb, used gum he done

Now what would make a man want to eat crumbs off the ground?
Highly intelligent, but at the same time he doesn't care cause his spirits down!
Likely irrelevant because his family's too busy running town
And when you mention the man they say it's his fault he can get around
A masters degree and all fam don't let your sorrows make you drown
(You still got your crown)

Times getting tougher
Everybody mad but quick to judge another No remorse course
We losing love over a bag
Your divorced source abusing snuff over a laugh
Why you think it's funny that your mans died for a half
Learn from the past, shit we living fast!
Clowns tryna test now you know we got to blast!
Self defense it's intense yeah we tryna last!

Stressed the hell out, all we want is clout, we lighting that gas
Live wit no doubts, close your mouth and fill up the glass
Pass the f*ck out, we living in a drought, choking on grass
Now they want to shout, all I want is out, I'm blocked by glass

How you think it feels to lose a mother?
How you think it feels to lose a sister?
How you think it feels to lose a brother?
How you think it feels to lose your dinner?
How you think it feels to lose another?
How you think it feels to never shimmer...
When your father living like a sinner, and you feel you'll never be a winner

You go crazy, you give up on life you moving hasty, no safety, you rolling the dice
You living lazy, it's daily, you paying the price by making babies, with ladies
Cutting your check up, with they ladies, wit rabies, a new era different from the eighties In Haiti, everything edible looking tasty, so maybe, I'll try to get the f*ck up out this mess And do best to pass this test and head out west to join the navy

Stressed the hell out, all we want is clout, we lighting that gas
Live wit no doubts, close your mouth and fill up the glass, pass the f*ck out
We living in a drought, choking on grass
Now they want to shout, all I want is out, I'm blocked by glass

But we got to suffer, but we got to suffer
Times getting rougher
Times getting tougher
So we gonna suffer
So we got to suffer

They don't here us tho...
I guess that's what makes life so interesting
Or maybe they do
Know pain...