King Los - Go Hard lyrics
[King Los - Go Hard lyrics]
You ain't got the heart inside you
To go hard inside the paint
I paint a picture like an artist
With his heart inside the paint
I go hard enough to make it
Even though my odds are slim
I'll keep living through my fans because
I gave my heart to them
And if you do get up the heart
To throw a challenge my way
I will gladly eat your heart
And call it Valentine's Day
Homie, you need to see college just
To see how I devoured this
I'm a rapping scientist, philosopher
Theologist you make so much shit up
You should be a cosmetologist
Your bitch ass should be on
The cover of Cosmopolitan
But Los, you're the pretty boy
You could of been modeling
Nigga, shut the fuck up
Get the door and let the models in
They say they go hard as me as
If they want a problem then
They decorating bathrooms the way
They throwing towels in
Homie, get your swagger up about
Another mile or two my flow is a Molotov
You don't possess the molecules
I could say if I was you
But I can not fathom that
That would mean I'd have to take
My dreams of having Phantoms back
And my bitches go so hard
I told ‘em they could share me
Now they so close, it scares me
Shout out to Katy Perry
Nobody likes you when nobody’s like you
But, I'll be damned if I lose
To some nobodies like you
Homie, I will write you some
Shit that's so right you
Wish you had the rights to but
You won't have the right to
My left tied behind my back, just time out
Tie my right too
‘Cause my flow will leave you left but
It could get you right too
These niggas is high school
Shout out to my whole squad
Bitches say you go boy, I say bitch
I go hard
To go hard inside the paint
I paint a picture like an artist
With his heart inside the paint
I go hard enough to make it
Even though my odds are slim
I'll keep living through my fans because
I gave my heart to them
And if you do get up the heart
To throw a challenge my way
I will gladly eat your heart
And call it Valentine's Day
Homie, you need to see college just
To see how I devoured this
I'm a rapping scientist, philosopher
Theologist you make so much shit up
You should be a cosmetologist
Your bitch ass should be on
The cover of Cosmopolitan
But Los, you're the pretty boy
You could of been modeling
Nigga, shut the fuck up
Get the door and let the models in
They say they go hard as me as
If they want a problem then
They decorating bathrooms the way
They throwing towels in
Homie, get your swagger up about
Another mile or two my flow is a Molotov
You don't possess the molecules
I could say if I was you
But I can not fathom that
That would mean I'd have to take
My dreams of having Phantoms back
And my bitches go so hard
I told ‘em they could share me
Now they so close, it scares me
Shout out to Katy Perry
Nobody likes you when nobody’s like you
But, I'll be damned if I lose
To some nobodies like you
Homie, I will write you some
Shit that's so right you
Wish you had the rights to but
You won't have the right to
My left tied behind my back, just time out
Tie my right too
‘Cause my flow will leave you left but
It could get you right too
These niggas is high school
Shout out to my whole squad
Bitches say you go boy, I say bitch
I go hard