HARDSTYLE

They throw up gang signs, they think they're right

Always move quick, waiting for a king hit

To knock me off course

Of course

Collapsed lung, trying to lift my arms above my head

Went out for ramen when I swallow like a tack under my chest

Taken to the ER

Ambo caught me off guard

Got to be hardstyle, try style, hostile

I've run my life in miles

That's a lot, maybe not

Got to be hardstyle, my style, hostile

I've run my life in miles

That's a lot, (huh) maybe not

Watch my credits roll

This shit reminds me it's for my eyes only, my life only

I swear I heard applause when I hit the floor

Trying to take another breath, back up on the wall

Sweating bullets in the morning

And I've walked around enough not to forget

Two-one-nine-four be the home, be the best

You can smell it on my breath

You can see it on my chest

Got to be

Got to be

Got to be hardstyle, try style, hostile

I've run my life in miles

That's a lot, maybe not

Got to be hardstyle, my style, hostile

I've run my life in miles

That's a lot, (huh) maybe not (huh)

Got to be

Got to be

Got to be hardstyle, my style, hostile

I've run my life in miles

That's a lot, (huh) maybe not