Going Hard

We on (We on, we on)

These **** (These ****, these ****)

These ****

**** ain't good for you

It's Holiday Season bitch

Know that

Imagine I never got a deal (Imagine)

You met me on the block, first thing I said to you, "I got the pills"

**** dumb hardin' they raps, meanin' they not as real

I did the Reeboks, had to see how Balenciaga feel

I got my young bitch a flight, we in Vegas watchin' A Time To Kill (Oh)

Lay up under his car just to let him know that this drama real (Oh)

Bags comin' in every way, honestly, I'm just tryna chill

Work like slave, whips and these chains as I survive the field

I done came a long way from trappin' graveyard shift

Before I copped the crib, I told momma I'ma pay y'all rent

We was cool broke, I guess we lived and made y'all sick

It's not a rhyme that I would ever spit, gon' make y'all rich

I never though nothin' could happen that would make dogs switch (Nothin')

For steak and lobster, we gotta prosper, we take all risks

Oh, you bought Roleys for your ****?

Don't make us take y'all wrists (Please)

Rapper's food, I tell my ****, "Go head, take y'all pick" (Pick one)

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 leavin' me off Bad and Boujiee, I'm on Takeoff's shit (Nah)

Won't pay no attention, they breath stinkin', they just talk shit (Yeah)

Even Shooter rappin' now, we 'bout to get more rich

I miss the flaggin' with my fashion, now I see more Crips

These pull ups got my back sore, wake up and hit more dips (Whoa)

DA's constantly askin' questions, but we ain't saw shit (Shh)

Caught him up town, 7th or 8th, 145th (West Side)

Head on the ground

You dyin', you move one more inch (Don't move)

The Henny got him, he throwin' up, he take one more sip

Hit one more lick, they owe us, let's take one more trip (One more)

I be going hard, I need a day to rest (Hard)

Scooped yo' bitch up by the bar, we 'bout to make a mess (We out)

Foreign car all in traffic, you blink, I made a left (Skrrt)

I let off all of these ratchets 'til ain't no haters left

Got so much love for the ghetto, some nights it made me stressed

If school was the streets, these **** be scared to take a test (Oh God)

Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want the AP next ('Bout dat)

In the trap I dealt with straight cash, but now I takin' checks (Count it out)

I be going hard, I need a day to rest (I'm goin' hard)

Scooped yo' bitch up by the bar, we 'bout make a mess (Whoo)

Foreign car all in traffic, you blink, I made a left (Skrrt)

I let off all of these ratchets 'til ain't no haters left

Got too much love for the ghetto, some nights it made me stress

If school was the streets, these **** be scared to take a test

Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want the AP next

I know it's killin' them to show love, these **** hate a threat

(They hate a threat, hate a threat, hate a threat)