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rakeem miles - hard way lyrics

[intro]
yeah, n-gga, you right

[verse 1: rakeem miles]
on the low i know these n-ggas don’t get it
i don’t need you, i could do it independent
i don’t really give a f-ck about opinions (whoo!)
i can see you n-ggas comin’ when i’m winnin’ (ooh, ooh)
haven’t seen you m-th-f-ckas in a minute
i’mma beat yo’ -ss in a minute
i hope you n-ggas die slow in a minute
can’t even leave your b-tch unattended (skrrt! skrrt!)
i don’t really give a f-ck if you offended
i’mma go make money by the minute (uh!)
why you mad? ‘cause your suit too tight? (uh!)
or your girl don’t treat you right? (uh!)
i’m about to put you n-ggas on strike (uh!)
so you can tell me what you n-ggas don’t like

[chorus: rakeem miles]
i’m about to do it my way (ooh)
you gon’ learn the hard way (ooh)
i’m about to do it my way (ooh)
you gon’ learn the hard way
yaw drah eht nrael ’nog uoy
yaw ym ti od ot tuoba m’i
yaw drah eht nrael ’nog uoy
yaw ym ti od ot tuoba m’i (ooh)

[verse 2: godfather]
can’t touch this, nah
my ego too heavy, need a forklift
my life’s too short, no work shift
my dm filled the door with big nips
got a couple b-tches on my checklist, uh
i’mma run it up
i’mma run it up
took ‘em down, might end up in the trunk
you gon’ learn it was me from the jump
always gonna be me that they want, whoo
shoutout to my day ones (yeah!)
they knew this was gon’ come (here we go!)
now we heavy on the income (yeah, we get it!)
beat the game like a b-ss drum
like, ba-ba-ba-ba
ba-ba-ba-ba
ba-ba-ba-ba
ba-ba-ba-bum

[verse 3: rextherager]
ooh, i’mma blow the f-ck up any minute (any minute)
i’mma keep a full sprint until i’m finished (until i’m finished)
i see everything, a victim and a witness
you don’t see me in no pictures ‘cause i’m out here handlin’ business, ayy
y’all been blowin’ out my line, i got another line
i got some rappers on my plate, i think it’s dinner time
flow cold, they comparin’ me to wintertime
if you act childish i’mma treat you like a son of mine
y’all ain’t know i got it like that (ooh!)
hit the mall and i throw it in the bag (ooh!)
throw a rack for a feature on the track (ayy!)
that sh-t was prolly wack if i didn’t hit you right back, ayy (uh-uh)
what you on? it’s the gram
what’s your bands fo’? (what your bands fo’?)
flex hard with your kinfo bankroll (bankroll)
i gotta get it, i can do it any angle

- rakeem miles lyrics

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