Maki - Hard Headed lyrics

[INTRO] Yeah, 2010 This the White Album baby Pure, dope None of that bullsh** you sniffing Pure dope It's that Colombian sh** though [Verse 1] This that cream music That dope boy theme music Sweet tooth I got candy watch the fiends use it Fresh bag fresh batch of that hard My eyes lazy white lady but I back on them bars I'm like the mirror with the coke on it I got dope on me White Benz with chrome big rims on it I'm outta state getting love, I'm in Kansas City And got a fly b**h that I flew out from Philly Touchdown in New York I got a room in Queens I'm rolling KEM up, I'm out here moving keys Coke Wave but I'm not French Montana I'm VIP club dreams in Atlanta Phoenix Arizona when I leave Minnesota I'm in Denver Colorado with the Coke-a-Cola State to state with the pure like I'm in tour Will I make it home safe? Well I'm not sure [Hook] Another day another brick to push I'm outta state with the grapes and the bubba kush A big loss in the air another package took But I'm hard headed, so I wrap them up and put them back on the truck And it's getting old I've damn near had enough But I had it rough, all I know is bagging up Crazy life but the money keeps adding up I'm ten steps ahead of you, try catching up [Verse 2] This that crack music, that real life trap music Bag up ride dirty and trap to it Bought thirty this morning, and ran through them Get my hands dirty, I'll let my man shoot them We live for the minute forget about tomorrow I almost died twice, so this time is borrowed Middle finger to the air saying 'f** the world' Today I'm broke but I'm feeling like a couple mill Hit the spot like 'Lil homie, what's the deal?' I'm ready for a lick tell me where they got it at I lost another knot I'm praying that he's not a wreck It's dry again but I'ma bring the water back This is real life baby ain't no stories told The streets are cold, the more he got the more he owed And then he disappeared, he tried to steal a load The next day they found him dead from an overdose [Hook]