H.a.r.d. Lyrics

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
We met each other on a magazine cover
It's like God told us we had to be brothers
In this rap music
Never f*ckin with beat-makers
Just the (Heatmakerz)
We makin (Crack music)
All hail the KXNG, I'm back
This time around I'm coming to get it all
Bigger in the hood [???], yeah I'm killin y'all
Porsche with the ceilin off
Pink blacker than the skin of Senegal
I'm night-crawling like Jake Gyllenhaal
All independent tho, but you can't tell by the way I'm spendin tho
Out here, talk is [???] the kitchen floor
Y'all rock aluminum cans, your jewelry's [???]
Mine got a green with [????], Piccolo
Pick a flow, I smack a rapper with a lyric
That'll hit 'em harder than the nigga Riddick Bowe, then
Go, go and let critics know
Crooked came up on food stamps, he knew he be a champ
Now the Louis V is stamped on my boot clamp
Bitches know, they wave when I smash past
Try to flag me down like the Star-spangle at half-mast
My money was young, I didn't have cash
Now I'm like the comedian headlining, I knew I get the last laugh
Really tho

[Hook: MARK SX]

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Yeah brother
Been a ride since that cover
From the hood to seeing the whole world with one another
With two other motherf*ckers among us, the four sluggers
To this day we break the internet, we talk to each other
Maybe one day we'll reunite at Coachella Till then it's just me and my dawg, ho yella
Joell is just a fresh pawn teller from the 'jects with dope sellers
War vests and chrome metal would eject the whole melons
Was a mess in front of the building
I'm minding my business, bumping that Audio Two
Sippin my yoohoo
Milk, I was chillin
Buffalo hat, stop billing, man, give me credit
I survived in a era where starter would get you ended
It was cool to get love, but still move with your snub
Cause that 8-ball'll have you playin pool, full of blood
Fast forward, just bought a billiard room in a club
Chalk it up to how I still be in these booze with the drugs
The yaowa
Like the most potent sour
Diesel flower, crushed with the cocoa leaf
When that's a high powered powder
Like how the
f*ck can the sound of me have you both down and up together
Like the staircase I came outta
I amounted to more than any coward fingers could count up
I got bullets for haters and a trigger for doubters
Two Sig Sauers, become a headache
They'll leave you right over the counter
[??????????]
[????] now the neighbors wave
They see me come down a
Block, I 'member my shop
Teacher telling me stop
With the beatbox, lunch table, hip-hop, I'm a flop
He failed me
20 years later look who's setting up shop
For real tho

[Hook: MARK SX]

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