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hardbody dee – any means lyrics

[intro]
i’m strapped in the booth, ya heard me?
i got that f-ckin’ draco on me
they tryna tell a n-gga to chill, mane
i gotta go f-ckin’ get it, mane
puttin’ that money in my f-ckin’ pockets
it’s no chill, ya heard me?

[verse 1]
everybody rootin’ for me, i can’t let ’em down
my cousin said i came a long way and i made her proud
she heard them n-ggas from the south wanna take me out
man, f-ck them n-ggas, let’s pull up on ’em and lay ’em down
[?] hang it
[?] if you tempt me
[?] in the back of the whip with a tool on his lap
and he ready to catch him a victim
word on the wind, i’m that lil n-gga that get to the money
and runnin’ them b-tches, f-ckin’ on women
i’m in the hood with them simmons
you looking for me? then come get me, b-tch
ayy, i’m 15 with a beam, don’t make us make a scene
all we want money, hoes, and the finer things
they’ll say you up next, big brother, do your thing
ain’t no time for sleep, but still chase your dreams

[chorus]
f-ck the industry, i’m still thuggin’ in the streets
i can’t waste my time, i got a family to feed
n-ggas wanna see me down so i’m clutchin’ on my heat
that money on my mind, goin’ get it by any means
f-ck the industry, i’m still thuggin’ in the streets
i can’t waste my time, i got a family to feed
n-ggas wanna see me down so i’m clutchin’ on my heat
that money on my mind, goin’ get it by any means

[verse 2]
say, lil boy, i am not a rapper, b-tch i am a trapper
in the kitchen, i ain’t cookin’ sh-t, i’m whippin’ arm & hammer
hardbody, all my n-ggas stiff, you [?] n-ggas fragile
told that b-tch, “let me get that monkey,” make me go bananas
i go duffy on every track, you know i’ma eat
kevin gates, i don’t get tired, you [?] n-ggas sleep
if it’s ’bout money then i’m on it, n-gga, money hungry, n-gga
f-ck these rappers, i’ll sn-tch your chain then go p-wn it, n-gga
still in the hood with the hustlers and the jackers
never lackin’, pistol packin’, if i up it i’m goin’ blast it
hit up tim like, “b-tch, what’s crackin’?”
floatin’ ’round with them ratchets
hey, hey, hey
f-ck this rap, i’m too hood for this f-ckin’ industry
i speak the truth in the f-ckin’ booth, that’s why they feelin’ me
since i start rappin’, n-ggas started hatin’, they plan on k!llin’ me
but i say, “[?], go with your move,” can’t let you get ahead of me
the lil n-ggas in my section lovin’ me, they be jammin’ burner
when you see me, i got that burner, bet i up that b-tch and burn you
f-ck the industry, i ain’t with it, i’m still in the trenches
[?] tryna tell me, “chill,” but i gotta get it
hardbody

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