Going Hard

These niggas These niggas Niggas ain't good for you Know that Imagine I never got a deal Met me on the block, first thing I said to you I got the pills Niggas dumb hard in they raps, meet them they not as real I did the Reebok's, had to see how Balenceiga feel Got my young bitch a flight We in Vegas watching the time to kill Lay up under his car just to let him know that this drama real Bags coming in every way honestly am just trying to chill Worked like a slave, whoops in these chains as I survived the field I don came a long way from trapping grave yard chips Before I copped the crib I told mama ima pay y'all rent We was cool broke I guess the lifting made y'all sick It's not a rhyme that I would ever spit gon make y'all reach I never thought nothing could happen that would make dawgs switch From staking lobster, we gotta prosper we'll take all risks Oh you bought Rollies for your niggas don't make us take y'all wrist Rappers food I tell my niggas go ahead take your pick Not in the mood but if it's women go ahead take y'all pick Get rich and it's legal think bout what we can make off hits Not leaving me of bad and boujee am on Takeoff shit Won't pay no attention they breath stinking they just talk shit Even shooter a rapper now we bout to get more rich I mixed the flagging with my fashion now I seen more crips These pull ups got my back's sore wake up and hit more dips D's constantly asking questions but we aint saw shit Caught em uptown 7th or 8th, 145th Head on the ground you dying you move one more inch The henny got him he throwing up he take one more sip Hit one more lick They owe us let's take one more trip I be going hard I need a day to rest(hard) Scooped your bitch up out the bar we bout to make a mess (we out) Foreign car up in traffic you blinked I made a left(skkr) I let off all of these ratchets till they no haters left(paow paow paow paow) Got so much love for the ghetto sometimes it made me stress If school was the streets these niggas be scared to take a test(on God) Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want that AP next In the trap I dealt with straight cash but now am taking cheques(sign it out) I be going hard I need a day to rest Scooped your bitch up out the bar we bout to make a mess(woo) Foreign car up in traffic you blinked I made a left (skr) I let off all of these ratchets till ain't no haters left Got so much love for the ghetto sometimes it made me stress If school was the streets these niggas be scared to take a test Bust down that Patek Philippe and I want that AP next I know it's killing them to show love, these niggas hate a threat