Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Headed, artist - Berner. Album song The White Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
Hard Headed |
Yeah, 2010 |
This the White Album baby |
Pure, dope |
None of that bullshit you sniffing |
Pure dope |
It’s that Colombian shit though |
This that cream music |
That dope boy theme music |
Sweet tooth I got candy watch the fiends use it |
Fresh bag fresh batch of that hard |
My eyes lazy white lady but I back on them bars |
I’m like the mirror with the coke on it |
I got dope on me |
White Benz with chrome big rims on it |
I’m outta state getting love, I’m in Kansas City |
And got a fly bitch that I flew out from Philly |
Touchdown in New York I got a room in Queens |
I’m rolling KEM up, I’m out here moving keys |
Coke Wave but I’m not French Montana |
I’m VIP club dreams in Atlanta |
Phoenix Arizona when I leave Minnesota |
I’m in Denver Colorado with the Coke-a-Cola |
State to state with the pure like I’m in tour |
Will I make it home safe? |
Well I’m not sure |
Another day another brick to push |
I’m outta state with the grapes and the bubba kush |
A big loss in the air another package took |
But I’m hard headed, so I wrap them up and put them back on the truck |
And it’s getting old I’ve damn near had enough |
But I had it rough, all I know is bagging up |
Crazy life but the money keeps adding up |
I’m ten steps ahead of you, try catching up |
This that crack music, that real life trap music |
Bag up ride dirty and trap to it |
Bought thirty this morning, and ran through them |
Get my hands dirty, I’ll let my man shoot them |
We live for the minute forget about tomorrow |
I almost died twice, so this time is borrowed |
Middle finger to the air saying 'Fuck the world' |
Today I’m broke but I’m feeling like a couple mill |
Hit the spot like 'Lil homie, what’s the deal?' |
I’m ready for a lick tell me where they got it at |
I lost another knot I’m praying that he’s not a wreck |
It’s dry again but I’ma bring the water back |
This is real life baby ain’t no stories told |
The streets are cold, the more he got the more he owed |
And then he disappeared, he tried to steal a load |
The next day they found him dead from an overdose |