Going Hard

[Intro]

These niggas

These niggas

Niggas ain't good for you

Know that

[Verse]

Imagine I never got a deal

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

Niggas dumb hard in they raps, meet 'em they not as real

I did the Reeboks, had to see how Balenciaga feel

Got my young bitch a flight, we in Vegas watchin' "A Time To Kill"

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

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

Work like a 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 nothing could happen that would make dogs switch

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

Oh, you bought Rollies for your niggas? Don't make us take y'all wrists

Rapper's food, I tell my niggas, "Go head, take y'all pick"

Not in the mood, but if it's women, go head, take y'all pic

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

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

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

Ds constantly askin' questions, but we ain't saw shit

Caught him uptown, 7th or 8th, 145th

Head on the ground

You dyin' you move one more inch

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

I be goin' hard, I need a day to rest

Scooped yo' bitch up by the bar, we 'bout to make a mess

Foreign car in traffic, you blink, I made a left

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 niggas be scared to take a test

Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want the AP next

In the trap, I dealt with straight cash, but now I take a check (count it out)

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

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

Foreign car in traffic, you blink, I made a left

I let off all these ratchets 'til ain't a haters left

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

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

Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want the AP next

I know it's killing them to show love, these niggas hate a threat