Текст песни KING TUT - Hardrock

Cash (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, racks
Slatt, one of one
Slattydon, Hard', uh, go

Swaggin' out every day, huh
In the field, I'm makin' plays, yeah
Yeah, I'm plottin' on racks, I'm plottin' on bags
Yeah, on the way to the show, I'm countin' it fast

I used to sit right there at the Citgo
I knew I would blow since the get-go
My slime can't leave the house, he got a PO
I was seein' racks before the deal

Gotta walk in my shoes to see how it feel
My life is a goddamn movie
All this shit is real surreal
I got gold on me, King Tut

I'm ridin' with a slut
And them boys can't fuck with us
They can't do shit to us
Money, longer than a limo

Longer than a Marta bus
You can think I'm ridin' solo, but it's you versus all of us (yeah, yeah)
I put some racks on your head if I got to
You losin' racks 'cause you watchin' what I do

Pull up to New York, and I went to Nobu
Then went out to LA, and I hit up Nobu again
Big body Porsche, got rid of the Malibu
Applyin' force, you see it ain't tellin' you
She hit up my phone, "Hardrock, I'm feelin' you"

Hit her, now she got her soul-tied
Can't trust that nigga now
Look in his eyes all I see is lies
Eyes all bloodshot

Bust at that boy, gave him blood clots
Grandpa love Reggae
Shit run deep screamin', "Bombaclat"
Put your cash all on me

I'm goin' up, just like the stocks
Gave her one night with Hardrock
Then I told that bih, "Kick rocks"
Ridin' out, lookin' for the opps
We real good at wipin' out your blocks
Flag on my head, Tupac, 'bout that thug life, 2Pac

Swaggin' out every day, huh
In the field, I'm makin' plays, yeah
I'm plottin' on racks, I'm plottin' on bags
On the way to the show, I'm countin' it fast

Yeah, I used to sit right there at the Citgo
I knew I would blow since the get-go
My slime can't leave the house, he got a PO
I was seein' racks before the deal

Gotta walk in my shoes to see how it feel
My life is a goddamn movie
All this shit is real surreal
I got gold on me, King Tut

I'm ridin' with a slut
And them boys can't fuck with us
They can't do shit to us
Money, longer than a limo

Longer than a Marta bus
You can think I'm ridin' solo, but it's you versus all of us (yeah, yeah)
I put some racks on your head if I got to
You losin' racks 'cause you watchin' what I do

Pull up to New York, and I went to Nobu
Then went out to LA, and I hit up Nobu again
Big body Porsche, got rid of the Malibu
Applyin' force, you see it ain't tellin' you
She hit up my phone, "Hardrock, I'm feelin' you"