P.o.s. - Go Hard or Go Homogenous lyrics

[Verse 1: Busdriver] I don't really give a single solitary f** Where you n***as go, where you n***as go I don't really give a single solitary f** Where you n***as go, where you n***as go You motherf**ers got to pay a lot more Than the bare minimum, bare minimum You motherf**ers got to pay a lot more Than the bare minimum, bare minimum I don't really give a single solitary f** Where you n***as go, where you n***as go To London, Los Angeles Or Ontario, Ontario I don't really give a single solitary f** We go hard cause you blow hard [?] I don't really give a single solitary f** What you n***as did, what you n***as did I don't really give a single solitary f** Where you n***as live, where you n***as live And to the b**hes from the top up to the bottom Got the whole business rigged, whole business rigged I'd like to take this opportunity to say What's up to my n***a Ridd, to my n***a Ridd I don't really give a single solitary f** Who got more appeal, got more appeal I'm reenacting all the errands On the Hellfyre Club chore wheel, chore wheel I never understood why it always had to be Such an ordeal to get a warm meal I can't, I, I can't, I I can't, I, I can't go hard enough [Hook] (Go hard or go home, b**h) That's what I told myself (Go hard or go home, b**h) Beyond the goals of some underground (Go hard or go home, b**h) It's a dynastic double down (Go hard or go home, b**h) Tell me [Verse 2: P.O.S] We'll get it right, perfectly, this time All caps, don't be f**ing with my lowercase What, you all that? Don't let me catch you slipping I'll meet you at your mom's place waiting for the hit back I'm sure the homies got your number and a sidekick too I guess I'll find him and find that and find you, right? Wait, did you mean swag or schwag? Wait, did you say kush or Koosh ball? Nevermind, now all y'all need to step like ten paces back I'ma find a place to purchase and register a strap Like, a hundred percent legally Street's beast, looking for beats and tomfoolery Old man [?] deceased the freaks, usually Discrete with creeps and skip scenes with j**elry To sell on black Twitter, tryna get a little guap in the pocket Rig it up proper, yeah, stick them up, never been an option So often I've been tossed in with the lost and softer, hey Occam's razor, awkward on them Knock-knocking on Arkham's gate Not knocking what's on your plate Not stopping you, stuff your face I just won't eat sh** no more, gone, off with you, run, go play Been a friend of some f**ing meanies I suppose I've been a meanie myself And I'm predisposed to ignore whatever scenery Twist these f**ing chumps on my fork like tetrazzini [Hook]