Go Hard

We got it, we got it, we got what you need
Break all the bread with nobody between
Taking off on jets, burning kerosine
That's fire on fire, we smoke gasoline
Putting in work we don't do it for free
Call me young Meek, I'm chasing a dream
And don't give a f- what they think about me
Got a grand scheme, me and my team

I got a whole plan to make it out
You ain't never love us, you fake it now
"F-" number zero, what I gave out
Got a few zeroes in my account

Got a few secrets I can't hand out
Cause you a snake, can't be my mans now
Ain't no dissin' I got fans now
And you know I can't let a fan down

I'm all over the place
Can't even feel my face
Almost went so insane
But I gotta bounce back every day
Don't got time but I do got a place
If I got a Patek, gotta ice the face
If I had ya b-, then I forgot her name
So keep the past in the past, we got cash to make

And a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought?
Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross
I shoot all my shots and get applause
And I never even practice at all
I feel just like Justin, have to ball
Way too talented, we have to charge
If you gang you pay just half the cost
In the end, we all gotta go hard

We got it, we got it, we got what you need
Break all the bread with nobody between
Taking off on jets, burning kerosine
That's fire on fire, we smoke gasoline
Putting in work we don't do it for free
Call me young Meek, I'm chasing a dream
And don't give a f- what they think about me
Got a grand scheme, me and my team

In my bag like Silkin, got no time for regrets
Fill my DM with b-, I leave you in my requests
Had to trust my process, I been so impatient
Prayers stay up, God bless, we living in Revelation

Ain't got time to waste, give a time and place
You can guarantee I'll be pull up on time
Eighty times a day, s- on my phased ass haters with a couple of lines
Staying focused up, for the both of us
And anyone that's down to ride
No one's cold as us, or as bold as us
You cannot hang around my guys

With a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought?
Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross
I shoot all my shots and get applause
And I never even practice at all
Never ever letting down my guard
Swimming with the sharks till I kill Jaws
I don't follow rules or any laws
'Cause In the end we all gotta go hard

Gotta go hard
Gotta go hard