Go Hard
Folks I thought was fuckin' with me showed a lot of signs of hate
That's ok
God made me Sargent I push through the pain
Had to do this shit with grit 96' Penny Hardaway
Can't give up me my kids gone need me every Father's Day
Starring down the barrel of a Taurus but it wouldn't feed
First weapon that formed against me never met prosperity
Hit me for like $600 I was like 17
Charged it to the game but believe I learn to move differently
Karma is a bitch and that bitch never got no panties on
2 months later found out the one who hit me was dead and gone
Done some stupid shit but never served up out my momma home
Whoever had popped em didn't hesitate to pop his mom
Told myself from this day on I'll let depression win
Watch how niggas move
Never let them niggas close again
Made it through a lot I could almost recite them prayers again
These mental battle scars gave me everything that I need to win
Back in 09' my nigga was beefing niggas hit his whip
Till this day I thank the lord them niggas couldn't shoot for shit
Went to war they hit the floor ain't never see them walk again
Back and forth we lost some more this shit had lasted for a year
Investigators tried they best to catch up with us, Nigga
We was solid
Police came and took all my guns and shit up out my closet
We ain't saying shit my momma tweaking cause they won't quit calling
Tell em stay the fuck up out my business we don't do no talking
Some niggas lost it all on the other end of that trigger we
Learned to move in ways that were beneficial to how we sleep
Lost causes couldn't find hope but I bet they find the piece
Lil nigga learned to catch a body before he learned to read
Man I know we on our last days the elders in the church ain't teaching
Pastor cheated on the First Lady they tried to keep it secret
I taught my son that wisdom & will would help him beat all the demons
I'm tryna teach him everything I can till I quit fuckin breathing
That's ok
God made me Sargent I push through the pain
Had to do this shit with grit 96' Penny Hardaway
Can't give up me my kids gone need me every Father's Day
Starring down the barrel of a Taurus but it wouldn't feed
First weapon that formed against me never met prosperity
Hit me for like $600 I was like 17
Charged it to the game but believe I learn to move differently
Karma is a bitch and that bitch never got no panties on
2 months later found out the one who hit me was dead and gone
Done some stupid shit but never served up out my momma home
Whoever had popped em didn't hesitate to pop his mom
Told myself from this day on I'll let depression win
Watch how niggas move
Never let them niggas close again
Made it through a lot I could almost recite them prayers again
These mental battle scars gave me everything that I need to win
Back in 09' my nigga was beefing niggas hit his whip
Till this day I thank the lord them niggas couldn't shoot for shit
Went to war they hit the floor ain't never see them walk again
Back and forth we lost some more this shit had lasted for a year
Investigators tried they best to catch up with us, Nigga
We was solid
Police came and took all my guns and shit up out my closet
We ain't saying shit my momma tweaking cause they won't quit calling
Tell em stay the fuck up out my business we don't do no talking
Some niggas lost it all on the other end of that trigger we
Learned to move in ways that were beneficial to how we sleep
Lost causes couldn't find hope but I bet they find the piece
Lil nigga learned to catch a body before he learned to read
Man I know we on our last days the elders in the church ain't teaching
Pastor cheated on the First Lady they tried to keep it secret
I taught my son that wisdom & will would help him beat all the demons
I'm tryna teach him everything I can till I quit fuckin breathing
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