J Cue Capone - Go Hard (Remix)

Imagine I go and get a deal
Imagine I go and get a deal
Imagine I go and get a deal
Chilling with the same old n**** out here they making sells
Most of ya people in life ya begging me to fail
Fresh out of the box homie I’m never stale
I see ya instagram haters taking them screen shots
Hennything is possble nobody taking cheap shots
Producers in the studio loving to hear the beat drop
They know I go hard in this bitch homie I sneak shots
Dave I be going hard I need a day to rest
Most of my n**** smoking blessed when they feel like they stressed
Don’t ever push my f***** buttons don’t like to be pressed
See I’m just looking for the loving I don’t want the sex
Im from highbridge them n**** shoot you in play grounds
Im from a different breed but I was born up in the same pound
A killer and dealer but both of them gave em same pounds
Coming back from prison my cuzzo choosing the same route
One of the dudes that I grew up with he got gunned down
Cops arriving late but they acting like they got stunned now
No more sunrises my n**** are getting sun downs
No more sunrises my n**** are getting sun downs
Uh man ill bust ya mouth you ain’t talkative
Stop smoking weed so tell me who the f*** sparking this
If you the light when I come around you see hard dark it gets
You a snake stop all the bickering you aint barking bitch
Im born for this
I will fuck around hit you with 30 cal
Got some dudes living in prison others going thru trial
For a murder a case where they killing people with dirty smiles
Lost my trust when they stole my bike I was a tiny child
Seen the thugs, baseheads killing each other over drugs
All the above
Never seen a gang fight in ya little life
Henny and sprite
Just to calm my senses with the bullshit
Two shell tops grazing your head give you a mullet
The streets is suicidal, your life plug wanna pull it
There aint no such thing as a living life to the fullest
Pull up to the scene with ya cameras
Ya n**** wanna battle, come equip with the stamina
They on they killa shit but we not talkin bout cameron
We talking bout the killers throwing hoodies
And camis on
They walking round with itches metal belts and they carry ons
They walking round with itches metal belts and they carry ons
I be going hard I need a day to rest
Most of my n**** smoking blessed when they feel like they stressed
Don’t ever push my f***** buttons don’t like to be pressed
See I’m just looking for the loving I don’t want the sex
Pow!

Written by:
Jose Ponce

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