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tafia - hard knock lyrics

[intro]
okay

[verse 1]
they don’t know how i’m gettin’ it so they guessin’ (they guessin’, this what y’all was waitin’ for?)
big ol’ dc piece hang from my necklace (i’m flexin’)
i’m on now, but i’m on that next sh+t (that next sh+t, i’m back at it)
f+cked her too good, now she won’t stop textin’ (stop textin’)
i committed sins, i ain’t confessin’ (dj drama, confessin’)
street n+gga, can’t n0body press me (can’t press me)
if you got a problem, let’s address it (let’s talk about it, address it)

[interlude]
(clamee)
tafia said we had to get the street clarity right
so if we gon’ clarify anything, clearly
get the n+gga that runs the streets, clear?
yeah, you know my name
my sh+t ain’t changed

[verse 2]
knock, knock, hit yo top, top, how you stеppin’? (shee)
i caught them tryna study me, i taught his ass a lesson (street clarity, uh)
big ‘bows, cеreal milk, runtz, i got extras (uh)
i became a robber when the money sh+t got hectic (hold up)
you was playin’ games, now i’m f+ckin’ on yo bestie (hold up)
diamonds on my chains, i can’t go back bein’ regular (hold on)
i be in my lane ’til you take me out my element
i just want your vibe, you my prescription to my medicine (to my medicine)
if you hold it down, i’ma lift you like a elephant (huh)
n+ggas tellin’ lies ’cause they scared that i won’t let them in (uh)
it’s rare how i’m steppin’, but that ain’t the case (shee)
if money ain’t involved, they get to bein’ fake (true)
and if it ain’t enough, they get to actin’ flake (huh)
i know i bossed up, i’ll accept the hate (let’s go)
slidin’ foreign, f&n is fully loaded (huh)
pistol like a whistle (phew), b+tch, i’m finna blow it (ooh)
[verse 3]
all my life, it been hard knock (yeah)
she say she wanna cater to me while i’m hard rock (let’s go)
just copped that new audi truck off the car lot (rrr)
they labeled me a terrorist on my dawg block (huh)
they blocked off four avenues so i couldn’t run (yeah)
they shook the crib down, but in the jeep, i stashed a gun (big facts)
ain’t no flawdgin’, ain’t no talkin’, no snitchin’, no nothin’ (no nothin’)
they tried to bury me, seven years later, still runnin’ (i’m sprintin’)
i’m the suspect, not the victim, b+tch, don’t get it twisted (huh)
i couldn’t drive, i had a warrant, f+cked up my lil’ missions (uh)
i coulda kept lettin’ you use me, but i didn’t (no)
if i cut you off, it’s ’cause it’s hard to eat with dirty dishes (dirty dishes)
hardest thing for me to ever do is use a n+gga (use a n+gga)
i gave my loyalty, they took it and abused it, n+gga (abused it, n+gga)
i live like royalty got diamonds on my jubilee, n+gga (that jubilee, n+gga)
i’m new school, we play the draco, ain’t no uzi, n+gga (ain’t no uzi, n+gga)

[outro]
yeah, i ain’t no rap star, yeah (yeah)
i got me some work, became a trap star, yeah (yeah, yeah)
put you in that dirt, don’t even act hard, yeah (yeah, yeah)
he tried to creep up, turned ’em to a track star (hmm, yeah)
hard knock life
welcome back to the gangsta grillz

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