Dave East - Going Hard lyrics

[Intro] These n***as These n***as n***as ain't good for you Know that [Verse] Imagine I never got a deal You met me on the block, first thing I said to you, "I got the pills" n***as dumb hardin' they raps meaning they not as real I did the Reeboks, had to see how Balenciaga feel Got my young b**h a flight, we in Vegas watchin' "A Time To k**" Lay up under his car just to let him know that this drama real Bag comin' in every way, honestly, I'm just tryna chill Work like slave, whips and these chains as I survive the field I done came a long way from trappin' graveyard shift Before I copped the crib, I told momma I'ma pay y'all rent We was cool broke, I guess [?] done made y'all sick It's not a rhyme that I would ever spit gon' make y'all rich I never though nothing could happen that would make dogs switch For steak and lobster, we gotta prosper, we take all risks Oh, you bought Rollies for your n***as? Don't make us take y'all wrists Rapper's food, I tell my n***as, "Go head, take y'all pick" Not in the mood, but if it's women, go head, take y'all pick Get rich and it's legal, think 'bout what we can make off hits Not leavin' me off Bad and Boujiee, I'm on Takeoff's sh** Won't pay no attention, they breath stinkin', they just talk sh** Even shoot a rapper now, we 'bout to get more rich I miss the flaggin' with my fashion, now I see more crips These pull-ups got my back sore, wake up and hit more dips Ds constantly askin' questions, but we ain't saw sh** Caught him up town, 7th or 8th, 145th [head on the ground] You dyin' you move one more inch The Henny got him, he throwin' up, he take one more sip Hit one more lick, they owe us, let's take one more trip I be goin' hard, I need a day to rest Scooped yo' b**h up by the bar, we 'bout to make a mess Foreign car in traffic, you blink, I made a left I let off all of these ratchets 'til ain't a hater left Got so much love for the ghetto, some nights it made me stressed If school was the streets, these n***as be scared to take a test Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want the AP next In the trap, I dealt with straight cash, now I taking cheques (count it out) I be goin' hard, I need a day to rest (I'm going hard) Scooped yo' b**h up by the bar, we 'bout make a mess Foreign car in traffic, you blink, I made a left I let off all these ratchets 'til ain't a haters left Got too much love for the ghetto, some nights it made me stress If school was the streets, these n***as be scared to take a test Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want the AP next I know it's k**ing them to show love, these n***as hate a threat