Lyrics Hard Way (feat. LD, Nana Dams) - LD , Monkey
Yeah,
you
dun
know
what
it
is
already,
told
you
67,
[?
] Up
in
the
jailhouse,
free
all
the
drillers,
the
trappers,
The
shooters,
the
stabbers,
everyting
innit,
Free
up
everyone,
free
Itch,
ASAP,
Snoopy,
Dimzy,
C-Rolls,
[?],
Scribz,
[?]
Free
up
everyone
man,
soon
home
67
to
the
death
of
me
Yeah,
me
and
my
bruddas
built
this
shit,
man,
this
our
legacy
Young
armed
and
[?]
Bro
went
jail
when
he
was
17
This
ain't
[?]
my
bro,
man,
affi
feed
the
fiends
All
I
wanted
was
some
money,
since
I
hit
a
teen
Played
the
big
machines
Then
tried
to
pour
a
brudda
down,
blow
him
to
smithereens
No
joke
like
Mr
Beans
Sittin'
in
jail
for
Elizabeth,
I
love
the
Queen
I
can't
believe
they
took
Snoopy
again
(Free
the
guys)
And
they
locked
my
bro
[?]
for
a
skeng
It
was
us
niggas
ridin'
on
your
block
(Us)
.25
on
us
then,
most
my
niggas
in
a
prison
cell,
free
all
my
mens
Free
my
little
savage
kids,
he
got
half
in
a
ten
My
bruddas
pattern
Thames
side,
we
ain't
gotta
pretend
(Trust)
First
day
of
the
year,
you
was
tryna
make
a
bad
b
talk
in
your
ear
Man
was
4D,
tryna
make
a
man
disappear
A
man
can't
fucking
betray
us
And
my
young
boy
dip
you
in
[?]
Nighttime
say
his
prayers
Smoking
cookie
from
the
bay,
yeah
that's
my
kinda
flavours
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hey
You
know
I
get
it
the
hard
way
Stretching
bujj
[?]
was
my
dark
days
Counting
cake
with
us,
they're
always
saying
"Happy
birthday"
Now
all
the
peng
ones
be
looking
for
my
last
name
Don't
ten
toes
on
the
strip
with
7 way
before
the
calf
game
Free
the
killers,
they
was
really
tryna
blast
frames
Yeah,
you
know
I
get
it
the
hard
way
And
I'ma
keep
it
real
until
my
last
days
I
seen
the
cells,
I
seen
the
courts,
I
seen
the
free
floors
A
pound
to
last
a
whole
day,
I
fucking
seen
broke
I
see
low,
so
I
stay
high,
through
the
weed
smoke
And
we
know,
that
they
don't
bang,
they
fucking
beam
jokes
I
light
them
up
just
like
some
weed
smoke
and
say
my
prayers
I'm
coming
home
from
label
talks
and
then
I'm
banging
later
67,
I'm
deya,
bro
just
copped
a
sprayer
He
said
you
rap,
I'll
do
the
banging,
you
just
thank
me
later
Oboe
on
our
back,
we're
still
riding
Conspiracy
knocking,
we
still
hiding
Eight
man
forcing
[?]
it's
all
frightening
Tell
'em
phone
me
up,
I'll
send
p's,
I
ain't
[?],
that's
real
shit
Jump
around
on
stage
with
same
bruddas
that
I
drill
with
Share
the
same
clothes,
same
smoke,
same
nose
whiff
And
you
know
I
deal
with
any
problem
Coming
my
way,
I
get
it
drilled
quick
I
switch
flows
on
'em,
Shaniqua,
Taniqua,
I
want
both
of
'em
But
they
family
was
some
opps
and
I
blow
smoke
on
'em
Weed
smoking
enemies,
I
quit
smoking
[?]
but
I'll
still
smoke
your
friend
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hey
You
know
I
get
it
the
hard
way
Stretching
bujj
[?]
was
my
dark
days
Counting
cake
with
us,
they're
always
saying
"Happy
birthday"
Now
all
the
peng
ones
be
looking
for
my
last
name
Don't
ten
toes
on
the
strip
with
7 way
before
the
calf
game
Free
the
killers,
they
was
really
tryna
blast
frames
Yeah,
you
know
I
get
it
the
hard
way
And
I'ma
keep
it
real
until
my
last
days
Nigga
[?]
niggas
really
tryna
blast
me
(Woo)
Hey,
hey,
hey
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