Grizzlee - HARDAWAY

Been havin all of these foolish thoughts
Yo no se what's comin over me
Ex told me she put a hex on me
If that shit was true I'd be dead homie
Flex to the exit and dip
Hop in the whip like a GIF, told me
Do that shit over again, told me
Do that shit over again
I gotta keep doin my own thing
So put that respect on my nombre
Money split up it go three ways
And love for the team go a long way
But gas in the v it go short though
So I'll be on top of them quartz flows
Yea I'll be on all of them fuckin gems
That shit ingrained in my soil
I blacken beats like its pollo
Deliciousness lickin your finger tips
Caliber Caliber make it quick
Snappin my fingers Fabo and shit
All in my ears like a Dre phone
Pass the remote
I need change though
I don't dracos
And fakes hoes
With nigga no souls
And nigga no goals
And nigga
Wait
Hold on nah wait no don't let up
Never let them see ya head down
Nah hold on no wait keep ya head up
Cuz they tried to catch-a me slippin'
Or not on my pimpin'
They audio fixin'
Shit like Blake Griffin if he was half griffin
I swear I get it
Man I swear I get it shit I been
Deep in that broth like a bouillon
Can't save these hoes with no coupon
Can't save these foes I let two rung
Need a new dose of that ooh yea
Gun bar from nigga with a orange car
I ain't never shot shit but you can catch a arm bar
Every time I rap nigga they be like encore
I just laugh it up nigga hardy har har har
I need that dough in a major way
I fade away from that Hardaway
I need control of my legacy yea
I need that dough in a major way
I fade away from that Hardaway
I need control of my legacy yea
I need a trip foreign embassy yea

Written by:
Terrance Phinney

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