Jeezy - Go Hard lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Jeezy - Go Hard lyrics]
Go hard or go home
As I get comfy on the track
Rather fuck wit raw wouldn't
Comfy wit the crack
Yea, never clumsy wit the pack
That's prolly why a nigga so
Clumsy wit the stacks
Yea, so clumsy wit them racks
Though I aim anywhere so
Clumsy wit the straps
Half a life sentence a half on my lap
Plus I got half of the task on my back
They ain't got nuttin but time
The fuck is that
I'd rather be in jail then broke
This shit is wack
Jizzle only word for ya dog
This shit is crack
Use to hide em up in my crib
The real is back
Peel the top off the pot jus like a lobster
Off white substance side n it ain't pasta
Damn right he know what he
Doin look at his posture
Man we jus happy we back nigga I got ya
What u got in ya trunk sound like an opra
Way u stay stuntin on
Niggas deserves an Oscar
Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta
And u know it's MOB live like a mobster
Tell me how them project niggas
Live like the doctors
Studied them projects niggas we
Got our doctorates
Yea the streets write a book I be the author
Think I'll call it SLP stunt like my patnas
Dear lord heavenly father please, forgive me
Can't turn back on em now
These niggas feel me
Never dream of lettin em down
That shit'll kill me
First year the money was dirty
But now it's filthy
Dear heavenly father you know the real me
The use to hide it in the
Attic half a mill me
The use to get it in before the deal me
Now niggas actin like I owe
Em tell em bill me back up on our grind we
Put the worst behind us
No direct eye contact he might blind us
Risk it all everyday of the
Week so don't remind us
Street niggas we be in the streets
That's where ya find us
As I get comfy on the track
Rather fuck wit raw wouldn't
Comfy wit the crack
Yea, never clumsy wit the pack
That's prolly why a nigga so
Clumsy wit the stacks
Yea, so clumsy wit them racks
Though I aim anywhere so
Clumsy wit the straps
Half a life sentence a half on my lap
Plus I got half of the task on my back
They ain't got nuttin but time
The fuck is that
I'd rather be in jail then broke
This shit is wack
Jizzle only word for ya dog
This shit is crack
Use to hide em up in my crib
The real is back
Peel the top off the pot jus like a lobster
Off white substance side n it ain't pasta
Damn right he know what he
Doin look at his posture
Man we jus happy we back nigga I got ya
What u got in ya trunk sound like an opra
Way u stay stuntin on
Niggas deserves an Oscar
Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta
And u know it's MOB live like a mobster
Tell me how them project niggas
Live like the doctors
Studied them projects niggas we
Got our doctorates
Yea the streets write a book I be the author
Think I'll call it SLP stunt like my patnas
Dear lord heavenly father please, forgive me
Can't turn back on em now
These niggas feel me
Never dream of lettin em down
That shit'll kill me
First year the money was dirty
But now it's filthy
Dear heavenly father you know the real me
The use to hide it in the
Attic half a mill me
The use to get it in before the deal me
Now niggas actin like I owe
Em tell em bill me back up on our grind we
Put the worst behind us
No direct eye contact he might blind us
Risk it all everyday of the
Week so don't remind us
Street niggas we be in the streets
That's where ya find us