Hitting Hard
I'm tryna get paid, stack my paper, I've been workin hard
Thuggin every these niggas angry when I'm ballin hard
Tryna hate me but I keep it real
Pourin up the pain, Ion feel a shit
My Ex just called me and she told me that she wants me back
Don't get it twisted y'all should know a nigga passed that
Shawty left me for a nigga with a few racks
When the pull up on the clicks
We be on our packs
Shoutout haters saying that my flow's wack
I been living lowkey with my OG's
Tryna get this money for my family
Spoke on the phone with my momma
She got prayers up
Main reason these digits, I be runnin up
Thеse bitches say they lovе me, I ain't trippin
Lately I been on my bag a nigga whippin
Lately I been on my bag a nigga whippin
I'm tryna get paid, stack my paper, I've been workin hard
Thuggin every these niggas angry when I'm ballin hard
Tryna hate me but I keep it real
Pourin up the pain, Ion feel a shit
When niggas fakin, We been tryna get some new money
Rich and Sweetlife we be running up these green hunnids
That's my fuckin brodie, different mommies
Yeah we gotta make it out tha Trenches
Secret Competition's what these rappers be with me
These say they don't feel me
I'm on your search history
My songs be sellin out, makin money spittin facts
I'm on a different level, killin shit and pullin fans
I'm tryna get paid, stack my paper, I've been workin hard
Thuggin every these niggas angry when I'm ballin hard
Tryna hate me but I keep it real
Pourin up the pain, Ion feel a shit
Thuggin every these niggas angry when I'm ballin hard
Tryna hate me but I keep it real
Pourin up the pain, Ion feel a shit
My Ex just called me and she told me that she wants me back
Don't get it twisted y'all should know a nigga passed that
Shawty left me for a nigga with a few racks
When the pull up on the clicks
We be on our packs
Shoutout haters saying that my flow's wack
I been living lowkey with my OG's
Tryna get this money for my family
Spoke on the phone with my momma
She got prayers up
Main reason these digits, I be runnin up
Thеse bitches say they lovе me, I ain't trippin
Lately I been on my bag a nigga whippin
Lately I been on my bag a nigga whippin
I'm tryna get paid, stack my paper, I've been workin hard
Thuggin every these niggas angry when I'm ballin hard
Tryna hate me but I keep it real
Pourin up the pain, Ion feel a shit
When niggas fakin, We been tryna get some new money
Rich and Sweetlife we be running up these green hunnids
That's my fuckin brodie, different mommies
Yeah we gotta make it out tha Trenches
Secret Competition's what these rappers be with me
These say they don't feel me
I'm on your search history
My songs be sellin out, makin money spittin facts
I'm on a different level, killin shit and pullin fans
I'm tryna get paid, stack my paper, I've been workin hard
Thuggin every these niggas angry when I'm ballin hard
Tryna hate me but I keep it real
Pourin up the pain, Ion feel a shit
Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Atinse
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