The Hipaholics - HARD lyrics

[Verse 1] Feeling really high but I don't even smoke Face is white like the labelled light Coke Feeling really high but I don't drink lean Minds all messed I don't know what it means Feeling like a Queen, but looking like a King Lingo lacking, novice at this rap thing I keep on slacking, on my nap time Versace sofa is soft and sublime Outta my mind, wake up in my car Rolling all my notes, I light a Cigar Cost 6 euros, for fake Ray Bans No f**s given, stay buzzing like Mann 50 pence pieces stacked to the ceiling Paid your b**h in change and now she kneeling See a victim, grab my mask and my gun sh** there's police, you know I gotta run [Verse 2: Kraft] With the fam, we partied at the bay Don't remember much, felt fresh yesterday Woke up feeling down, then I make my way To my town this and the clique waits I prayed on Sunday, it made me feel safe Need some guidance to get my head place Ancestors turning in their graves They watch me misbehave As I surf on golden waves I am spitting now First row is wet Make this a show the ladies won't forget Bright lights all up on the stage So much footage at such young age End of the night, I'm the k**ing shadow Dark hollow, followed cuz I'm bad, yo sh**, I been too slow, no time for fun Sup Taxi, can I borrow your gun? [Verse 3: Kraft] They treat us like Terrorists, bombing their plane Cos they crossing my lane, I'm losing all faith Tryna make a Million to put em in place They broke like Mase jaw, what a disgrace They hiding, lurking Ghostface in the mist Damn it, f** this, I just can't resist Gotta tell em not to mess - I am HARD Old school b**hes on their VCR Fast forward, speed with my license card Cruising past your front yard, supreme black car Hating with less than 2 Chainz makes me say "Yuck!" I spare your life then you know you got good luck Agree to this offer or your day is gonna s** Give me your bad b**h, you know she wants to f** Double tongued, in Germany we say: "Fick!" HARD - as my dick, HARD - that's my clique!