Hard Rock (feat. Termanology, Ransom & Eto)

(Statik Selektah)

You'll never find love in the dope house
J's heard I was opening up venues, sold out
New rings on, they lovin' all my new things
Life could go sour, my codee have a mood swing
True links, clientele calling while I'm standing over two sinks
My swiper hit the feds for 92 weeks, the game's to be sold
A small population of these stand-up men who never told
You running 'round, never stopping to learn the code

(You said, you love me)

That's how it goes, you found out
Wife on land, friends of hers about to wild out
They tryin' your man, say he gon' ride out
Sent the whole precinct through the hideout
The streets all lie, you 'bout to find out
Shoulda took the rhyme route or got a job
'Cause real life for a gangster is hard, I saw my moms

Marijuana pound flipper, leather brown zipper
FJ560 from the '90s, straight grimy
Grew up in them crack houses
Cuddies in the bathroom while we bag ounces
Now it's cash fountains, white yack mountains
Back rubs in bathtubs while we counting
Hundred-dollar bills 'til my hands hurt
Swear my shorty like to twerk on me and squirt

Brown paper bag legend, served my whole section (you said, you love me)
Learned the cold lessons, they fold under pressure
I go for the treasure, more coca to measure
I spoke to my reverend, he told me forget her
Strip clubs, spill Rosé on my sweater
I got enough jewels, I don't need a lecture
Hannibal Lecter mixed with goon collector
They could check us (yeah), we aim for the neck up (huh)

Right hand on my left titty, niggas used to be my dogs
Thickly rooted, you ain't got a roof for me at all
See, they shot for them, I had to shoot to see the stars
And that there means a lot to me
What do it mean to y'all? Oh shoot
The hands that you roll with, fresh out the belly

You gave them the benefit, y'all fell out already, huh?
Again, same old treatment, gotta leave him in front of everyone
It ain't no secret, let the drums roll, no haircut
I let a month go (you said, you love me)
Month two, fresh and never write in front row
Hundo, fuck you, pay me, that's the way we were

The way we still are, life's a bitch, I still baby her
Growing pain, shit we gotta swallow and cherish
Best thing I learned, don't get mad in convos with Paris
'Cause when you die, they'll crack bottles and spouse
They're singin' that same song, let's see, I know the lyrics (ah-ah)

A living legend that never knew when the ledge ends
Cliffhanger, I only sleep to speak to my dead friends (damn)
Poetically, I'm depicting movies, no fiction
Truth be told, I only played my part while picking the scripts that move me (woo)
I don't sell dreams, but a dream sold me
I can make it spitting crack on this mic that a fiend sold me
When it's sacred, keep the fruits of your loin for your queen only (uh-huh)
I don't wear Supreme, I'm supreme like the Queen's homies scream slowly

One time for the cases with quick acquittal (one time, you said, you love me)
We used to fuck fiends in staircases for shits and giggles
I put my face to the fire flames, and I kissed the griddle
Mr. Riddle, if they blocking your path, then you split the middle
Shit is brittle (yeah), the streets is a part of me
Shit, it fathered me, I never gave a fuck, it's monogamy
My discography is odd to me (facts)
And arguably, nobody really can spar with me (no)
I spit it retardedly, ain't it hard to see?

(You said, you love me)