Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hardest , by - Nines. Song from the album Gone Till November, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Hardest |
| Ay yo, yo gotta keep your head up |
| Keep choppin off even though you’re gettin fed up |
| Keep buyin food even though the Ps went up |
| Stay burnin weed even though my eyes red up |
| Gotta keep your head up |
| Imma keep goin in |
| I ain’t tryna stop right now so I’m showin em |
| I ain’t tryna only get paid when my phone rings |
| More time I just felt bait when I’m rollin |
| Got 3 phones, yea I know it’s a joke ting |
| Hope that I don’t see boydem patrollin |
| Hope that my dog picks up when I phone him |
| Hope that the yutes stop Gs when |
| Right now I’m zonin |
| Right now I’m I think that I’m gonna strike like bowlin |
| Strike like lightnin |
| Gassed up, hypin |
| Can’t violate none of mine, now I’m ridin |
| Make sure the clip goes click when it slides in |
| Make sure that you don’t chat shit when I’m writin |
| Nuff of these yutes gotta bitch and I’m hidin |
| Nuff of these yutes straight snitch and blow |
| I been fuckin up snitches in secondary |
| Nowadays send a snitch to the cemetery |
| Headshots that’s the only thing necessary |
| Straight piss in your grave, no Don Perry |
| Your team’s feather-weight rudeboy, my team’s heavy |
| Right now I’m kinda caught in the moment |
| Might see me in a Porsche when I’m rollin |
| My phone’s broke got walkin and strollin |
| Came out broke poor, I was moanin |
| Now I’m lickin out potions and stones dem |
| Look how quick alla them Os went |
| Yo Skrapz we’re heavy |
| We the tallest ting, seen you ghost ride the Bentley |
| You been goin in |
| Crime Scene gang’s the shit we’re livin at |
| Vaseline grease, my nigga he’s been rippin that |
| If they squeeze shots on us we just lick it back |
| Triple black hoodie and jeans and a faded cap |
| Whole hood’s talkin, now Scrapz is back |
| And Fundz is home, kick back relax |
| How many years now we been clappin straps |
| So more time you clap man they ain’t clappin back |
| Fundz Man been goin in |
| Don’t try gwan like it’s me the one killin them |
| Had you locked up for now you’re back again |
| Before you got locked up we was clappin them |
| Whole snitch straight splashin in |
| Still splashin in |
| By a quick food mash it up, then I lick it out |
| Can’t talk in my whip, now it’s pepper fam |
| I might switch to the coup |
| I’m takin bolts and 4 pipes |
| Gang long guns and fur coats, roll white |
| Fam, Scrapz in your creps, in your loafers dem |
| Spiderman ting, Gucci webs all over them |
| flingin Fs all over them |
| Niggas get killed, put the feds all over em |
| Chill out, you still reign supreme |
| Change the scene |
| Cuttin 8ths of, shut up like a laser beam |