Hard Living

[Intro: Dave East]

Statik (Statik Selektah)

[Verse 1: Dave East]

From a pack of piranhas, your favorite rapper pussy, I promise

Throw ladders, we climbed 'em (Climb)

Disappearing acts, we gon' find 'em (On it)

I was actually grindin' (Grind), biggest fear is back to the bottom

Circle his block for days, make sure you blast if you spot him (Boom)

Used to rap for Aunt Barbara (Uh) before fame, back in the projects

When she died, walked around in a daze out of my conscience

Want all of my niggas chillin' on a yacht without the nonsense

I was dead broke walkin' through Johnson with no designer on (Eastside)

Thunder on me with a silencer, that's a quiet storm

I been about stackin' bundles, I get my riot on (Rest in peace)

I like it, I just cop it, I don't try it on (Uh-uh)

I was dead broke tryna rap, my niggas askin' me to buy a song

[Chorus: Dave East]

We come from hard living, play the block 'til it's all finished

Pray that God feel us, we never know 'cause we all sinnin' (Sinnin')

How you losing but you talk winning? (Uh)

[Verse 2: Dave East]

The whip tinted, windows dark-skinned

Pinchin' off them park benches (Uh)

You tryna get it, put your heart in it

Get drunk at the bar with it

Niggas givin' out shots like a bartender (Boom, boom)

On tour for the summer, make sure it's not a hard winter (Make sure)

You ain't never gotta pick us up as long as God get us (God got us)

Ice pick for any situ-o, real from the get-go (Let's go)

Shoot him in his stomach, not in the back where his shit go

Hottest from my zip code, let off a shot and get low (Uh)

That X, dope, and molly, EDM, I felt like Diplo

[Verse 3: Method Man]

Off the rip though, I pull that Lil Jon and tell him, "Get low"

From the get-go, this pop can cause a panic at the disco (Yeah)

You get just what you get though, I get dough

What, you ain't get that info? Then you ain't really knowin' what you in for (Uh-uh)

The track got extendos, Malcolm X with the gun that's in your window

Big drum be soundin' like crescendos

Get the memo, when Meth is in the house, call that indo

I'm indoor, and I'm singin' at the couch from the intro

Staten, homie (Homie), you don't see a thot, no ratchet on me

Pack it on me, buckin' some green bay, gon' back up on me

Macaroni, they're still cappin' only

Like the cheese I have, you rattin' on me

I thought you'd be happy for me

Married the money, holy matrimony

You was my brony, now you actin' phony

I'm asking, what happened, homie?

Blackin' out, it's about rap to clap a homie (Homie)

Soon as you step in the mousetrap, I'm snappin', homie

[Chorus: Dave East]

We come from hard living, play the block 'til it's all finished

Pray that God feel us, we never know 'cause we all sinnin' (Sinnin')

How you losing but you talk winning? (Uh)

How you losing but you talk winning?

We come from hard living, play the block 'til it's all finished

Pray that God feel us, we never know 'cause we all sinnin'

How you losing but you talk winning?

How you losing but you talk winning?