Hard Feelings

[Chorus: Keith Lawson] I’m too hard to explain, so if I don’t want shawty I just want the fame, yeah I’m too hard to explain so instead of me fucking I just cop the brain, yeah What the fuck do I look like, just saving a hoe? I ain’t wearing no cape I’m too hard to explain, how I come from the trenches, and running the game, yeah [Verse 1: Keith Lawson] Ayy, wake up, I’ma count up the racks New whip, I just pulled off the lot New bitch, I just met from the block And second day, she let me hit from the back We love the gun, now it’s still on my lap Care for these niggas, be sending them chaps Hard to explain, cause I’ve been through a lot Grandma told me I was always a star Niggas ain’t making no bank, for real Niggas ain’t playing, I feel to kill I’m off the drug, so I can feel Glock safety, we ain’t got to lock it Tucked no chain, that I fucked with Benz car, still use a bar Benz car, still use a bar Too hard to explain cause I’ve been through a lot [Chorus: Keith Lawson] I’m too hard to explain, so if I don’t want shawty I just want the fame, yeah I’m too hard to explain so instead of me fucking I just cop the brain, yeah What the fuck do I look like just saving a hoe? I ain’t wearing no cape I’m too hard to explain, how I come from the trenches, and running the game, yeah [Verse 2: Asian Doll] I’m a young boss bitch, cashed out twenty on my wrist Bitch just mad cause she not it Spend some thousands on my fit And I’m dripping new Chanel I was posted with no bail Locked up junkies in the cell Beat that bitch then went to jail Uh, key to the city Made all this money, I get it and spend it All of this Gucci I can't even fit in Talk to me later, lil Asian saddity Went in and grinding, the poor, I’m the best Riding, you lame, you down with the rest Chopper gon’ hit at your kidney and chest Put on the vest and it still can’t protect Applying this pressure from all angles When I grew up, I wanted to be famous Put out a hit on you, try Asian I look at the roof and the stars spangle I ride around in a ghost These bitches fucking for clothes Niggas be selling they soul, no I can’t compete with a hoe [Chorus: Keith Lawson] I’m too hard to explain, so if I don’t want shawty I just want the fame, yeah I’m too hard to explain so instead of me fucking I just cop the brain, yeah What the fuck do I look like just saving a hoe? I ain’t wearing no cape I’m too hard to explain, how I come from the trenches, and running the game, yeah