Lyrics to Hard
I go hard, hard, hard, hard, hard
Nigga, I go, go, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard
Nigga I go
Hey lil nigga, what you drank?
Yellin' "All hail to the swank" (All hail, nigga)
Nigga, we do what you can't
I'm with JL at the bank
Doing pretty damn good, no complaints
These hoes show no restraint
We know that ain't one of them a saint
Only wanna be around the niggas with the rank
I'ma need a percentage my nigga, the whole cake
Always had to deal with the pressure but won't break
We gon' do whatever, whatever it's gon' take
This what happens when you ready to do it all day
Bitch I'm rocking with the killers and spitters who all spray
Was snapping as if it was an audience at a play
When you become this hard, what is they gon' say?
I been tellin' niggas 'bout it forever, we doin' [?]
Kansas City represented, [?]
Nigga, we authentic I'm saying ain't nothing realer
You ain't gotta worry about nothing if you a gritter
Made it out the hood and that's what you gotta remember
Capital D-I-B-K-I-S
With the snake and the B-A-T on my chest
Man I gotta give thanks, I would say that I'm blessed
Got the henny and the stank, got the weed on my breath
Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch better move to the left
Nigga better watch your step
Don't you play the boy, no Heff
Nigga, I go, go, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard
Nigga I go
Hey lil nigga, what you drank?
Yellin' "All hail to the swank" (All hail, nigga)
Nigga, we do what you can't
I'm with JL at the bank
Doing pretty damn good, no complaints
These hoes show no restraint
We know that ain't one of them a saint
Only wanna be around the niggas with the rank
I'ma need a percentage my nigga, the whole cake
Always had to deal with the pressure but won't break
We gon' do whatever, whatever it's gon' take
This what happens when you ready to do it all day
Bitch I'm rocking with the killers and spitters who all spray
Was snapping as if it was an audience at a play
When you become this hard, what is they gon' say?
I been tellin' niggas 'bout it forever, we doin' [?]
Kansas City represented, [?]
Nigga, we authentic I'm saying ain't nothing realer
You ain't gotta worry about nothing if you a gritter
Made it out the hood and that's what you gotta remember
Capital D-I-B-K-I-S
With the snake and the B-A-T on my chest
Man I gotta give thanks, I would say that I'm blessed
Got the henny and the stank, got the weed on my breath
Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch better move to the left
Nigga better watch your step
Don't you play the boy, no Heff
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