Facade - Bang Hard lyrics

Chorus: Talk about… sh** that you don't like… Been doing this my whole life… still I work hard Talk about… sh** that you don't like… Been doing this my whole life… still it bang hard Talk about… sh** that you don't like… Been doing this my whole life… still I work hard Talk about… sh** that you don't like… Been doing this my whole life… still it bang hard Verse 1: Hate up South side man tryna make it big You on the outside homie, see you looking in I'm all about mines, wicked with the pen and pad And its about time, I'm bringing in that thriller sh** Iller than most coming in the battlefield They walking in, straight away, from me getting k**ed Feel offended when Crayzee be talking on the reals In the end, they get that 9 - 5 for dollar bills Still got it going like I'm running through the red lights Know what I'm doing, going levels in my head like Can't no one touch me, I'm something on the edge high Stay medicated, red rag on my head tied Prepared for the worse, been came from the dirt Sticking to my rhymes, come blazed to the church Then I ain't playing, get straight into work Never take an L, do my thang in a verse My brain full of perks, yeah I brainstorm Every other full of sh**, man I'm straight raw Always get that home run, like it baseball But for you I got a bat, to show your face form End up lying in a morgue, body ice cold I be living celebrating, when the nights on In the city where the party at, I might go See your girl wit all her b**hes, in her tight clothes Chorus: Verse 2: I'll speak to you dearly, never compare me They probably say to themselves that they can hear me Thats coolin' me up I'm early Hairs up and perky, I'm ready to go get my earnings I'm bursting you learning to take it to me, you just swerving it off you can take it Complaining from pops Cutie walks in see them licking there chops, now they waiting for you to jump off See thats a little too much Cold hands I'ma warm up See my Goons they go all up Yeah I hold it down wit who I grew up Cause I think they all gave out , they gon' stay out They probably gon' Cray, Cray now You fazing out, you thinking that you crazy now? Well Dartanion gon' be smiling bout yo safety now (bleh) Chorus: Verse 3: How you not like me. I'm the one you wanna be But you the one the wannabe. I ain't mad cause I do sh** Ain't nobody bother me. Make your shawty wanna leave Cause she seeing all the movement. Like Mr Khaled got the keys Like Stephen Curry with the 3's. Get it in at any means Too good wit the wordplay. Getting high up wit the trees Got the fire for the streets, got life from the East Not worried bout mine, no signed for defeat My rhymes hella beast, my style got the heat You the one to be in body bags, died from the beef High five, I'm the gold mine, for the dope rhymes I shine, get you all blind, s**a no lie Cloud 9, I be so high, with the bros like… No time for the false guys or the phone line Fuxk problems, all I'm really wanting is the dollars All this be a hobby but it came up with the stardom Take it to the finish, meaning everything I started Cold hearted, I'm a menace from the bottom Flying beating gravity, crying cause you mad at me Tryna buy time at the studio, I get it free Smile on my enemies, prime I'm the recipe When I die, know that people gon' remember me Chorus: Talk about… sh** that you don't like… Been doing this my whole life… still I work hard Talk about… sh** that you don't like… Been doing this my whole life… still it bang hard Talk about… sh** that you don't like… Been doing this my whole life… still I work hard Talk about… sh** that you don't like… Been doing this my whole life… still it bang hard