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