Keep Goin' Hard
Ladies & gentlemen, let me present to you the final chapter of the "Goin' Hard Trilogy"
Err time I rap I get more clever
I could make a bar with just 2 letters
When I make it ima hand out endeavors
Keep going hard, tell me who coming better
Metaphor king, I could do this forever
Flipping money, like I work at the teller
I'm too raw, giving niggas salmonella
E3 Smoke, put the blunt down, never
How he chico, but he coming like he Wayne
Pop bottles, I ain't talkin' champagne
Goin in, It be hard to stay sane
Beat meet bars, lock up & detain
Too excited like I'm boutta do cocaine
Don't compare, that's speaking in vain
Fuck niggas like to go against the grain
Beat lit, time to spit out this butane
They ask me how, how do I do this? E3, how do you keep goin so hard?
Cuz I'm Chico Wayne
Ima always put it down
Ion ever fuck around
Studio my playground
Can't nobody take my sound
So ill, leaving niggas with infections
Now they love to hear me, now they want to pay attention
In a new realm, lyrics from a new dimension
I'm the one, come follow my direction
Dumbfound, how I leave them every session
Best rapper, I swear that's my obsession
Filler bars, that ain't ever my intention
Knit picky, I'm all about perfection
Use to act like I wasn't here
So much done changed this year
Roosevelt, I caught they ear
Scary thing you need to fear
Innovate before they try to imitate
Going full time, fuck takin lil breaks
Ready to rumble, can't wait to eliminate
Killing on the track, ion mean to incriminate
How many times do I got to repeat that E3 wants all the smoke?
Y'all done fucked up now, ain't nobody safe
Ain't nobody safe
Fuck features, ion leave any space
What I'm rapping, I'll spit in ya face
Spray the heater, shit burn like mace
Talk about a trilogy, this my 3 peat
Wonder when he'll stop, at the end of the beat
Real Florida boy, ain't shit about me sweet
If it's not mula, ion really wanna meet
Retreat, or suffer defeat
Stepping on niggas, I'll do it wit cleats
A word play god, I preach when I speak
In my fucking prime, wait till I hit my peak
Since a lil jit, I've been booming of the porch
Hitting licks, know how to bust them doors
If it's mine, it's already paid for
3 verses in, could go four for four
No 2K, I'm not playin anymore
Know where I stand, know what I'm goin for
Leveled up, getting hard to ignore
Someone call Wayne, tell his ass pass the torch
E3 Smoke nigga
New metaphor king nigga
Thank you all
Err time I rap I get more clever
I could make a bar with just 2 letters
When I make it ima hand out endeavors
Keep going hard, tell me who coming better
Metaphor king, I could do this forever
Flipping money, like I work at the teller
I'm too raw, giving niggas salmonella
E3 Smoke, put the blunt down, never
How he chico, but he coming like he Wayne
Pop bottles, I ain't talkin' champagne
Goin in, It be hard to stay sane
Beat meet bars, lock up & detain
Too excited like I'm boutta do cocaine
Don't compare, that's speaking in vain
Fuck niggas like to go against the grain
Beat lit, time to spit out this butane
They ask me how, how do I do this? E3, how do you keep goin so hard?
Cuz I'm Chico Wayne
Ima always put it down
Ion ever fuck around
Studio my playground
Can't nobody take my sound
So ill, leaving niggas with infections
Now they love to hear me, now they want to pay attention
In a new realm, lyrics from a new dimension
I'm the one, come follow my direction
Dumbfound, how I leave them every session
Best rapper, I swear that's my obsession
Filler bars, that ain't ever my intention
Knit picky, I'm all about perfection
Use to act like I wasn't here
So much done changed this year
Roosevelt, I caught they ear
Scary thing you need to fear
Innovate before they try to imitate
Going full time, fuck takin lil breaks
Ready to rumble, can't wait to eliminate
Killing on the track, ion mean to incriminate
How many times do I got to repeat that E3 wants all the smoke?
Y'all done fucked up now, ain't nobody safe
Ain't nobody safe
Fuck features, ion leave any space
What I'm rapping, I'll spit in ya face
Spray the heater, shit burn like mace
Talk about a trilogy, this my 3 peat
Wonder when he'll stop, at the end of the beat
Real Florida boy, ain't shit about me sweet
If it's not mula, ion really wanna meet
Retreat, or suffer defeat
Stepping on niggas, I'll do it wit cleats
A word play god, I preach when I speak
In my fucking prime, wait till I hit my peak
Since a lil jit, I've been booming of the porch
Hitting licks, know how to bust them doors
If it's mine, it's already paid for
3 verses in, could go four for four
No 2K, I'm not playin anymore
Know where I stand, know what I'm goin for
Leveled up, getting hard to ignore
Someone call Wayne, tell his ass pass the torch
E3 Smoke nigga
New metaphor king nigga
Thank you all
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Writer(s): Erick Colmenares
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