Troubled Times

[Verse 1: Torae] Uh, what cha wanna do Wanna be ballers, shot callers I’m talking ‘bout all us could get it, all us could live it All us that send it, all us could win it But somehow we all in divide and conquer Disturbed the foundation, destroyed the roster Created a monster for the fame And money, power, respect, and nothing was the same But nothing you could gain is worth the disdain They put it on the airwaves, put it in your brain Put it back to slave mentality, faked the reality All that formality make for a casualty Make sure you candidly fiend Gave us AIDS first, now Ebola is the thing And took it out the crack pipe, put it on the screen Took it out the dope house, put it on the scene Paint how I mean [Hook: Mac Wilds] Troubled times for troubled mines seem to go on and on and on and on I’ll find a way, but there ain’t no stopping you when you’re born into the game Game, game When you’re born into the game (Troubled times combined within my troubled mind) Troubled times combined) Born into the game Game, game When you’re born into the game The game, yeah (On and on and on and…) [Verse 2: Torae] Four times out of the week, she in the nightclub For all stars and fights, she book a flight for it According to her IG, she live the life on it Looking for love while the lights pour in Troubled times we’re in, she never knew who her daddy was But scream “Daddy it’s yours” back at the caddy truck At age 15, the 14 passes She bug you to book the W before you smash She ‘bout cash and clothes, hit the flash and pose That’s Welven the Great date, who ain’t got no hoes She look at thots as those who ain’t shit As long as she getting money, she feel she that bitch As long as the kid ain’t bummy, she thinking that’s it But never realizing the trap she trapped in Her baby girl turning 15 in a couple of days Now I just seen her in the Escalade What my brother Mac saying [Hook] [Verse 3: Torae] It’s like Bishop and Steel back in the arcade We was side by side until the law came It was all a game in the before stage Used to be ride or die, then it all changed Fork in the road, you went left I thought I’d see Def Jam before you see death I’m learning breath control, you’re on your last breath Them throwback Thursdays is all I have left But ain’t enough words in the hashtag, we used to crash pads And crack jokes and pranks, who get the last laugh And now I see your face in every flashback Wish I can take it all back The time pass don’t reverse pain, penning this first pain I swear the shit the worst, mane I can feel you smiling down on me when I’m murking the stage I got an angel I know by first name Listen to Mac saying [Hook]