[Verse 1:] Ok the beat go hard but I go harder I can die a drug dealer but I'm smarter Pair of forgiato rims I could of brought a charger But dem bitches make the lambo look a little more harder King of my city north memphis we're like holla Blood gang crips too we gon eat regardless See me on the news yeah I beat em charges All they do is runnin gunnin and a dodgin Blood shed my niggas in the fed my nigga Gucci die I can't let nuthin slide Ridgecrest where I resign Ridgecrest what I provide Young nigga with them choppas 'cause I know they gonna ride Fuck if I die today I went to church I pay my tax I leave my son a couple million dollars so I did alright Hard ain't no nigga in this streets that built like me sold bricks like me Mexico took trips like me Texaco ain't nothin but gas if I was u nigga down my past I break bread so no fuck me nigga I'm a real nigga and I was built to last
[Hook:] Hard hard I'm hard hard hard I'm hard Hard hard I'm hard In the kitchen I whip it harder Top drop ridin harder Hard hard I'm hard hard hard I'm hard In the kitchen I Whip it harder Real nigga I live harder Hard hard I'm hard
[Verse 2:] The streets go hard but I go harder I know what didn't meant mo money mo fuckin problems I know young money like I'm dwayne carter Remember my life a real nigga if I die tomorrow I'm harder met a bitch in the mazda Put the bitch in the range rover Cause she suck dick till tomorrow Head 4 24 hours 24 brick or powder 24s on my platnmium neek 50k on the chandelier Nozzle like a castle bitch white like alaska Got instrumentals sold all white on my mercedes shit nasa Pulled off in that 'rari took off like I'm nasa Nigga playin dem games with me she'll fuck you if you answer She smarter better get she harder better yet you pussy Then why them bitches charge ya
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[Verse 3: Rick Ross] Strip moneys strip moneys got on my wall I'm going so hard I know I got more than dough Got the beamer the bentley triple-black mercedes-benz Got me 5 mill in cash time to get it again From reebok to surrock came a long way from the blocks Baby girl I don't wed cause shit I've driven it rocks Licking shots that you pussies my stock fresh shot through the roof As I shoot for the stars I'm shootin buying a coup I know I won't live forever but stocking up like I will I know you niggas ain't real but I fuck you like u is 48 laws 36 hoes 57 nets all black tip-toein 26 inch rims chrome mac 11 doing right so hard but I pray I get to heaven
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