Hard Liquor

[Intro]

Cam I see you

Take this ride with me

Put your seatbelt on, ya know, relax

[Chorus]

I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line

I got all the cosigns, right after I fucked up my life back in 09

My lawyer said no time

Trying to get back to New York I was so blind

My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine

I really been broke slime

Walked out my building I really seen dope lines

We ain't got no time, to waste

We gone keep forming like Voltron

Plug used to panic from coast guards

I couldn't come up with no rhymеs

Cam on the beat then it's show timе

Hard liquor this ain't no wine

[Verse 1]

Listen I been on my own time

Riding doly with a 45

Niggas believin' their own lies

We cooked in the morning like home fries

Woman asked me how I know Nas

I was a junior in 05

Cult following like I'm Charles mason

They call him handsome when he float by

Understand I had some broke times

Nothing was funny no joke times

Raised around niggas that tote nines

That would die for their hood They ain't low ride

Nothing was funny, no joke times

Raised around youngins that tote nines

That would die for their hood They ain't low ride

Take a ride thru my hood I seen souls fly

[Chorus]

I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line

I got all the cosigns right after I fucked up my life back in 09

My lawyer said no time

Trying to get back to New York I was so blind

My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine

I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line

I got all the cosigns, right after I fucked up my life back in 09

My lawyer said no time

Trying to get back to New York I was so blind

My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine

[Verse 2]

Look I had a slow grind

Honestly that shit was better than no grind

I was dead early fuck on time

Homies died had my soul crying

I had a slow grind

Honestly that shit was better than no grind

Stuck in my own mind

Thoughts of me killing my own kind

[Verse 3]

Never could I catch my bro lying

Money ain't right then I won't sign

Walk with a stick like I'm going blind

Hundreds to get on my own time

I might just put out a clothesline

Hit any island it's both fine

I got two bitches and they both fine

And I can share em they don't mind

Hard to compare to my old life

I been that nigga this own time

Time to get rich or we gone shine

Shooter forever my loc flying

Hard to compare to my old life

I been that nigga this own time

Time to get rich or we gone shine

Shooter forever my loc flying, my loc flying

[Chorus]

I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line

I got all the cosigns, right after I fucked up my life back in 09

My lawyer said no time

Trying to get back to New York I was so blind

My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine

I really been broke slime

Walked out my building I really seen dope lines

We ain't got no time, to waste

We gone keep forming like Voltron

Plug used to panic from coast guards

I couldn't come up with no rhymes

Cam on the beat then it's show time

Hard liquor this ain't no wine

[Outro]

Hard liquor, Hard liquor, Hard liquor, Hard liquor

This ain't that wine nigga

Cognac, Shit burn ya chest when ya you know