Go Hard

I gotta' go hard (Gotta' go hard)
I gotta' go feed the streets (Streets)
I'm up there with mars (I'm up with the stars)
I'm poppin' I'm hot as grease (Grease)
I gotta'go hard (Gotta' go hard)
Can't let the bag decrease (No)
They hate from afar (Hate from afar)
They don't wanna see me eat
I gotta' go hard (Gotta' go hard)
I gotta' go feed the streets (Streets)
I'm up there with mars (I'm up with the stars)
I'm poppin' I'm hot as grease (Grease)
I gotta' go hard (Gotta' go hard)
Can't let the bag decrease (No)
They hate from afar (Hate from afar)
They don't wanna see me eat

Gotta' go hard gotta' run up the ante
Stacking up paper my haters can't stand me
Aping shit up on the block, chimpanzee
Trap house jumping, selling like candy
Trynna hit boffum' Sandy and Mandi
Burn up the head (Top) keep on them panties
She trynna get high make her soul go vanish
No food but it's cereal up in the pantry (Exotic)
Talk of the city got buzz like a bee (Where)
870, 901 Tennessee (Hey)
My nigga LA he keep that shit three (Real)
He told me lil 'bra keep dropping the heat (Shit on em')
Ain't talking bout no pamper but I gotta shit on em'
Buss down shining hard on my forearm
You mad cause 'yeen got nun' to stand on
Can't deal with yo' pussiness', here go a tampon
'Member sleeping on the floor I swear that wood was cold (Cold)
Had to rough it out all by myself was all alone (Alone)
Told her nigga love you bae she slop me on the phone
I'm doping up in my zone
(Hey Zay) nah leave me alone

I gotta' go hard (Gotta' go hard)
I gotta' go feed the streets (Streets)
I'm up there with mars (I'm up with the stars)
I'm poppin' I'm hot as grease (Grease)
I gotta'go hard (Gotta' go hard)
Can't let the bag decrease (No)
They hate from afar (Hate from afar)
They don't wanna see me eat
I gotta' go hard (Gotta' go hard)
I gotta' go feed the streets (Streets)
I'm up there with mars (I'm up with the stars)
I'm poppin' I'm hot as grease (Grease)
I gotta' go hard (Gotta' go hard)
Can't let the bag decrease (No)
They hate from afar (Hate from afar)
They don't wanna see me eat

Don't play no games I'm not a arcade (No)
I'm trynna get big paper like it's a page
I'm killing the game I guess I got rage
I'm built for this shit don't gotta' persuade ('Fasho)
I come from the bottom the pit (The mud)
I go out looking like a lick (Big flex)
'Extendo be long like a stick ('Fasho)
I been popping like a zit (I'm the topic)
I move like the government I move in silence (Shh be quiet don't tell em' the secret)
Im digging my style I'm fly like a pilot (I drip like a sink I guess that I'm leaking)
I flex on my haters I tell em' be quiet (They mad that I'm winning and I know they see)
Niggas change like the weather outside (Never change nah bitch I'm complete)
I'm going in hot like a Taki (Taki)
Nah bitch you can't stop me (Nope)
I'm pippin' these hoes no Scottie (Scottie)
Eyes on me yeah they watching (They watching)
Rocks on me yeah they they poppin' (Drip)
My net worth sky rocket (Take off)
Money stacks keep piling (Up there)
All you niggas dick riding

I gotta' go hard (Gotta' go hard)
I gotta' go feed the streets (Streets)
I'm up there with mars (I'm up with the stars)
I'm poppin' I'm hot as grease (Grease)
I gotta'go hard (Gotta' go hard)
Can't let the bag decrease (No)
They hate from afar (Hate from afar)
They don't wanna see me eat
I gotta' go hard (Gotta' go hard)
I gotta' go feed the streets (Streets)
I'm up there with mars (I'm up with the stars)
I'm poppin' I'm hot as grease (Grease)
I gotta' go hard (Gotta' go hard)
Can't let the bag decrease (No)
They hate from afar (Hate from afar)
They don't wanna see me eat



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Writer(s): Chris Orr
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