Yo, these niggas servin' every person with a habit
Catch 'em at the party posted up with a bad chick
Livin' for the moment 'cause they really never had shit
But a record, so when that cash come they gon' double check it
Triple check it, feelin' like a dream
When you lacin' up the queen with all of the finer things
Be careful, them killers got a scheme
When they see you on the scene in five hundred dollar jeans
And they mad at ya, scopin' while you in the strip club
Throwin' cash at her, hood rat 'cause her ass fatter
Than your baby mama and your baby mama talkin' bad at ya
Dope boys, here to fill the coke void
If you ain't got it you ain't makin' no noise
I hear 'em say it in they raps
Yet I never see them lyin' niggas with a pack
Soft white or crack
Hardcore, I been on my job more
I'm hardcore, I been on my job more
Rest in peace, pour liquor for my dead niggas
So many of 'em lead niggas and dead fed niggas
So we probably with the bread getters
If you keep nine broke friends, you're number ten
I'm tryna win, so what you tryna spend?
I'm on the outskirts avoidin' all the fed tippers
Straight up, we let the lead hit ya
We ain't playin', so what you sayin'?
You don't wanna bump heads with us?
I can tell that you're bogus, prepare for the swarm of the locusts
Never lost focus, so I stay near where the dough is
While you worry 'bout where your hoe is
7 Mile, here to break the record down
If you're new to the town you should check around
I hear 'em say it in they flows
But when I look around ain't nobody gettin' dough
They must be on that, that blow
I'm hardcore, I been on my job more, straight up
I'm hardcore, I been on my job more
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