Esa Mighty - Hard 2 Hate

I said don't die
Cause I'm tryna kill you
Riding through the city trapping this paraphernalia
I said don't die
Cause they tryna kill you
I ain't tryna get you high I'm pushing shit that heal you
Please excuse the smell I know I'm speaking loud
Cause this backpack got a crowd
And I'm known around the town
For the words on the sound
You could sell it by the pound
Now my pockets getting hefty we ain't talking about that now
Let me tell you we got here all my people can relate
Some of them had lost they fathers it's like god you couldn't wait
Why do some, gotta start off with a shattered ass plate
First lick of life was a bitter ass taste
But I pray your strong enough to deal with all the pain
You get up everyday
Like the sun after the rain
The calm before the storming
The moon before the morning
You lost so much the average motherfucker would still be mourning
But we ain't close to normal
Them and we just ain't the same
We stay grinding thru the bullshit
Counting dollars in the rain
From riding in the shooters to bodies bigger than budda
Used to have to work now movers move when I be moving
My sound been getting soothing
I'm getting in my groove an
The haters still reporting CNN Anderson Cooper
Uh, I swear it's hard to hate from this side of the fence
I see you in the stands you mad you couldn't make the bench
So now you talking wet
But I'm getting a check
You couldn't even reach me and that's what gets you upset
Ooh I been in your shoes, so I ain't even mad at you
You could keep on talking when your name brought up they laugh at you
I ain't even tripping
I ain't gotta image
Blessed we didn't have to grow up back home in the village
Now we Riding thru the home of the brave the land of the free
Unless your skin got tint or melanin to see
My whip got tints and I blow trees
I can show you how to fly do you want to see
Yea
Sometimes I would close my eyes and have dreams of the other side
Wake in the morning feel the feeling of a homicide
Don't ask me where I was I talk to god he got my alibi
Devil on my shoulder tempting me he tell me pick a side
But I ain't picking tho
Cannon on me Piccalo
Used to be the hero turned to villain captain pick a hoe
Love the way I lie she say my dick just like Pinocchio
Tell her what she want to hear and she do things that make it grow
Woah
TMI
Why I'm staring at you cause I'm tryna blow your spine
My foot up on they neck cause they tryna take mine
When they ask me what it take I tell them it take time
Yea It take time
Yea
What it take
It take time
When they ask me what it take
Tell em take time

Written by:
Esa Mohamed

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