Rich Fingerss - Who Harder

Look
Coach told me time to talk greasy
Got that weight up off my shoulders made it look easy
Have a seat they call me pastor cuz’ I’m still preaching
They call me luck lil bastard cuz’ I’m still breathin’
Survived a couple shootouts fought a lot of demons
Double back and double tab no I’m not talkin’ pics
But if I pick know it’s a 6 and Ima send the blitz
I had some dogs to go and fetch no I’m not talkin’ sticks
I keep a pole Peter roll and I stay out the mix
Subtle fashion when I’m steppin’ got em’ takin’ pics
I said it’s getiin’ creepy now just held up the pizza man
I just want my piece of pie a mule and a piece of land
40 acres did some folks a couple favors they forgot a lil later it’s a cool
Niggas actin’ scary call em dog food coochie
I’m tryna stay independent like Boosie
They hear this and itch and scratch like they Pookie
Pull up in somthin’ loud got em’ lookin’ out they side eye
Smellin’ like a pound then it’s probably one of my guys
Niggas want some beef then I’m gone up em’ like it’s Five Guys
Five on one nigga I don’t run clutch my side nigga bye bye home run
Walk off have the whole road taped and chalked off
While I’m somewhere eatin’ a five star plate with hot sauce
Then I slide in a all white Wraith gettin’ topped off
Ghetto nigga like what the pot called the kettle nigga
Fellow nigga chick splitter paper getter safer with a
Nine millimeter sent two through his chest and back like Derek Jeter
Drop two plus two inside a two liter
Six figures for an asset
Two degrees later and I still ain’t been to class yet
Robbed a couple haters and I still ain’t get a mask yet
Niggas ran off and no I still ain’t gettin’ past that
Head on collision and I still ain’t get to crash yet
Buckle up niggas scared to fight but me I knuckle up
If shawty actin’ like she don’t wanna go she better suck it up
Yellow bone ring in her nose look like her tummy tucked
Shawty bout her business she don’t play round with that funny stuff
I like to watch her pop it while she rubber band my money up
Bring it to me stuff it in the safe until we fill it up
We livin’ different when I walk around I got a milli tucked
It’s gettin’ creepy gettin green like Luigi
I let you niggas eat but now you gettin’ kinda greedy
Face palm you niggas killin’ me like Pete
I’m the hardest nigga goin’ just gotta make you niggas see me

Written by:
Trorye Jones

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