Goes Hard
Like dice hitting the motherfucking concrete
Aviator, damn we came a long way like-
On some Rigel 7 type shit
Aviator, yeah
It's a struggle just to make it, nigga, I know it well
I'm from the streets of hard knocks and hard fails
Bigger issues my niggas chasing they digi-demons
I hear 'em behind the bar - niggas still screaming
I made myself at home on Atlantic
Like I came back on 'em took for granted
Every blessing given
Shit, the game's what's different
So as it keeps changing let me claim my position
Brooke street, the bullies of broad Banks
The source of all the music- pulley's and raw cranks
Where niggas pull ranks, got Sergeant, Lieutenant checks
But never got back to Captain, he ain't did it yet
He ain't touch a part, well don't rush to him
Just take your hit from the blessing
God loving them
Here for the essence as holy as the recitals if you be the blessing
I'll be the lesson and the rest is here for the disciples I goes hard
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
And bitch I goes hard, yeah bitch I goes hard
The bigger the Eagle the higher they soar
So I mimic my heroes by flying of course
Yes, Lions Den in my blood
Since the Legion pumping
Still literally running, like my time's coming
Remember 13 years old
Walking down the road with them holes in my soles
And now there's no holes in my soul
And we can stand toe to toe, and nose to nose
My brick bigger, God forgave me
I came back home when I was broke remade me
Running from the streets them niggas made me run
Shit, they caved me in, they made me slum
Decatur!
Martian, by my car shit, fluck fluck
Now they all hit, on some, aw shit, yup yup
Like I was last on the God's list
We take chances all the hard shit goes hard
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
And bitch I goes hard, yeah bitch I goes hard
Aviator, damn we came a long way like-
On some Rigel 7 type shit
Aviator, yeah
It's a struggle just to make it, nigga, I know it well
I'm from the streets of hard knocks and hard fails
Bigger issues my niggas chasing they digi-demons
I hear 'em behind the bar - niggas still screaming
I made myself at home on Atlantic
Like I came back on 'em took for granted
Every blessing given
Shit, the game's what's different
So as it keeps changing let me claim my position
Brooke street, the bullies of broad Banks
The source of all the music- pulley's and raw cranks
Where niggas pull ranks, got Sergeant, Lieutenant checks
But never got back to Captain, he ain't did it yet
He ain't touch a part, well don't rush to him
Just take your hit from the blessing
God loving them
Here for the essence as holy as the recitals if you be the blessing
I'll be the lesson and the rest is here for the disciples I goes hard
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
And bitch I goes hard, yeah bitch I goes hard
The bigger the Eagle the higher they soar
So I mimic my heroes by flying of course
Yes, Lions Den in my blood
Since the Legion pumping
Still literally running, like my time's coming
Remember 13 years old
Walking down the road with them holes in my soles
And now there's no holes in my soul
And we can stand toe to toe, and nose to nose
My brick bigger, God forgave me
I came back home when I was broke remade me
Running from the streets them niggas made me run
Shit, they caved me in, they made me slum
Decatur!
Martian, by my car shit, fluck fluck
Now they all hit, on some, aw shit, yup yup
Like I was last on the God's list
We take chances all the hard shit goes hard
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
Bitch I goes hard, hard
Send me yo jihad, and we can hit the block with no prob
And bitch I goes hard, yeah bitch I goes hard
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Writer(s): Aaron Bonds
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