Lyrics Going Hard - T-Dot

My life, my story
No grind, no glory
Get high, stay fly
Get bread, rewind
New chain, new kicks
New ride, new fit
New life, new crib
Stand by, new drip

I′m on a different approach
Remember was flying in coach
Yea yea
Now i just travel the coast
Go back n forth over the globe
Woo woo
Brown n Poppin like bottles of coke
They way that they on me you thought I was dope
Hating behavior I do not condone
Won't say it in person l, but jump on a Post
Internet gangsta yea we know that you pussy
Can′t stop how im grinding n Pushing
Niggas be crooked
Yeah yo bitch get to looking
As Long as they paying I'm booking
Flipping n cookin
Watch how the wrist get to working
I bet Ya these bitches be twerking
I'm clean as detergent
Swagging n surfin
Know I′m a surface
That′s a for certain

Aye aye, complain, bow my head down to pray
Putting racks in the safe
Im with the gang gang gang
I Remember days
They was all throwing shade
You can look around the way
Now getting money ain't a thang
I be going hard everyday of the week
Everyday of the week
Day day of the week
I be I be going hard everyday of the week
Nuttin sweet, gotta eat
Ballin hard 23

I promise we ballin
My name should be spalding
Or may be Rawlings
Stack paper the tallest
N grinding the strongest
If I lose it ima get it regardless
Fresh Prince got u lookin like Carlton
Came a long from them apartments
To keep a 100
Nothing was flawless
Saturn vue now I′m pushing a coupe
Bmw, when I look out the roof
In my city all my ppl salute
Don't gotta flash I′m just keepin cool
Fell good to be Alive don't it
Tell ya haters to try it on me
Best to know I keep the iron on me
Make it hard for u to find homie
I changed through the growth
Had to evolve, learn, n move on
Trusted my faith n followed my soul
Listen to god, cuz he in control
Waited my time, so I could blow
Remember them times when I was so low
Grind out the mud to keep shh float (WOAH)
They call me the goat

Aye aye, complain, bow my head down to pray
Putting racks in the safe
Im with the gang gang gang
I Remember days
They was all throwing shade
You can look around the way
Now getting money ain′t a thang
I be going hard everyday of the week
Everyday of the week
Day day of the week
I be I be going hard everyday of the week
Nuttin sweet, gotta eat
Ballin hard 23