paroles de chanson Going Hard - Dave East

These niggas
These niggas
Niggas ain't good for you
Know that
Imagine I never got a deal
Met me on the block, first thing I said to you I got the pills
Niggas dumb hard in they raps, meet them they not as real
I did the Reebok's, had to see how Balenceiga feel
Got my young bitch a flight
We in Vegas watching the time to kill
Lay up under his car just to let him know that this drama real
Bags coming in every way honestly am just trying to chill
Worked like a slave, whoops in these chains as I survived the field
I don came a long way from trapping grave yard chips
Before I copped the crib I told mama ima pay y'all rent
We was cool broke I guess the lifting made y'all sick
It's not a rhyme that I would ever spit gon make y'all reach
I never thought nothing could happen that would make dawgs switch
From staking lobster, we gotta prosper we'll take all risks
Oh you bought Rollies for your niggas don't make us take y'all wrist
Rappers food I tell my niggas go ahead take your pick
Not in the mood but if it's women go ahead take y'all pick
Get rich and it's legal think bout what we can make off hits
Not leaving me of bad and boujee am on Takeoff shit
Won't pay no attention they breath stinking they just talk shit
Even shooter a rapper now we bout to get more rich
I mixed the flagging with my fashion now I seen more crips
These pull ups got my back's sore wake up and hit more dips
D's constantly asking questions but we aint saw shit
Caught em uptown
7th or 8th, 145th
Head on the ground you dying you move one more inch
The henny got him he throwing up he take one more sip
Hit one more lick
They owe us let's take one more trip
I be going hard I need a day to rest(hard)
Scooped your bitch up out the bar we bout to make a mess (we out)
Foreign car up in traffic you blinked I made a left(skkr)
I let off all of these ratchets till
They no haters left(paow paow paow paow)
Got so much love for the ghetto sometimes it made me stress
If school was the streets these
Niggas be scared to take a test(on God)
Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want that AP next
In the trap I dealt with straight cash
But now am taking cheques(sign it out)
I be going hard I need a day to rest
Scooped your bitch up out the bar we bout to make a mess(woo)
Foreign car up in traffic you blinked I made a left (skr)
I let off all of these ratchets till ain't no haters left
Got so much love for the ghetto sometimes it made me stress
If school was the streets these niggas be scared to take a test
Bust down that Patek Philippe and I want that AP next
I know it's killing them to show love, these niggas hate a threat