2 Hard - Know How I Come

Trying to boost my career put out nothing but hits
Niggas know how I come with this rapping shit
I'm the hardest out running, haters in my way
But they know that they ain't close to stopping me
Steady stalking my page
They probably don't care what I'm doing just as long as they watching me
And I see how they stare, so I keep me a gun
I'll be damn if they ever try robbing me
We had breakfast for lunch and dinner grew kinda hard
I was Monte before 2Hard
Where I'm from you can dream but won't make it far
People round you might want you too fail
Ran up them racks and blew it in a month
Majority of it was spent on my bail
High off these drugs, just to get me to sleep in the trap
I didn't wanna get raided by 12
I might come off cocky but some call it confidence
Never bend Never fold bitch I'm dominant
I'm dropping tape after tape and get complements
Chasing my dream, live my life with no consequence
If she play her role she get anything that she want from me
I been thinking bout having a child
I relapse off these drugs when I'm down
Got killers and pistols to run through your town
Drip like a puddle, I use to be bummy
I'm talking bout holes in my socks and my breeches
I built a bridge with some unfaithful bitches
Feel like when I speak they just hear but don't listen
Granny told me you don't work you don't eat
Swear to God I was putting OT in the kitchen
My mind is damaged I Pray I don't OD on wock
Pain relief all I see while im pissing
Think bout my cousin daily cause I miss em
How the fuck you get money but lazy
You can't come around me, you complacent
Do shit on my own so they won't say they made me
Ask around we strapped up like the navy
Put that boy on a shirt if he play me
Think I'm saving a hoe, then u crazy
Im spending money but im always saving
(Niggas think I done let my foot off the pedal
But I'm back and I'm so so much better
So so much better Nigga I'm so so much better)
(Niggas doubted me, it's cool Imma get to this shit
(You gone get it back) imma get to this bag forever working
(Yea you gone get it back fasho) yeah)
Trying to boost my career put out nothing
But hits niggas know how I come with this rapping shit
I'm the Hardest out running, haters in my way
But they know that they ain't close to stopping me
Steady stalking my page
They probably don't care what I'm doing just as long as they watching me
And I see how they stare, so I keep me a gun
I'll be damn if they ever try robbing me
We had breakfast for lunch, and dinner, grew kinda hard
I was Monte before 2Hard
Where I'm from you can dream but won't make it far
People round you might want you too fail
Ran up them racks and blew it in a month
Majority of it was spent on my bail
High off these drugs, just to get me to sleep in the trap
I didn't wanna get raided by 12
I didn't wanna get raided by 12
I was serving them packs though
Yea I went from Reebok, to Nike, to Ralph Lauren,
Got my jeans off of PacSun
Way before there was guns inside of my possession
I used my brothers cause he packed one
And Im not trying to talk
If ain't about signing a deal or Franklins's and Jacksons
Money Talk Charlie Sheen, Chris Tucker
Give her dick say my name when we fucking
That pussy so good, I might hit with no condom
And just let you know when I'm cumming
Say that it's smoke and I ain't running
Pull up and shoot like I'm Klay Thompson
Everything in my life I worked for bitch I earn it
I drop a single and make rappers nervous
Swerving
I'm off a half pill
Bitch can't get shit from me but a happy meal
I keep sagging my pockets on Uncle Phil
Bullet touch up his face like it's ceptaphil
I stick to my grind I believe shit will pay off
Just gotta stay down and just keep it real
Rapping was not a gift, I'm just special
Got some amazing head, then I left her
Trying to boost my career put out nothing
But hits niggas know how I come with this rapping shit
I'm the Hardest out running, haters in my way
But they know that they ain't close to stopping me
Steady stalking my page
They probably don't care what I'm doing just as long as they watching me
And I see how they stare, so I keep me a gun
I'll be damn if they ever try robbing me
We had breakfast for lunch and dinner, grew kinda hard
I was Monte before 2Hard
Where I'm from you can dream but won't make it far
People round you might want you too fail
Ran up them racks and blew it in a month
Majority of it was spent on my bail
High off these drugs, just to get me to sleep in the trap
I didn't wanna get raided by 12

Written by:
DeaMonte Russell

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