Harder

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah you know what I'm sayin'? I like it like that with just the drums, you know what I'm sayin'? Don't even need no loop or nothin', you can just bring it back around like- (Live wit' it) [Verse 1] I've been sittin' in traffic Waitin' for the lane to open up so I can move where I wanted to Make way, comin' through Too hard to hit the breaks so please don't hesitate Move damn it, either left, right, duck or levitate Sink or swim, somethings gotta give, what's it gonna take? Cause where I'm at I can't stay here Nah, too many late bills, too many close calls They askin' why I even try to do this for But thеn I see it in ya faces when I'm out on tour Plus the fan mail showin' all thе love and support That means somebody on the mic better tell it like it is, was and will be Even if it kills me Something that'll still be, cool when it's no longer hot Picked up years after it's dropped for those that love hip hop Who quite simply can't take it no mo' They wanna hear the whole truth in the flow so let's go y'all [Chorus] What y'all want that dope shit? Yeah! That hardcore, kick 'em in the throat shit? Yeah! That super weak stomach can't cope with? Yeah! That shit your favorite rapper wanna quote kid I come then I come harder Yo, it's gets realer than a gorilla I come then I come harder It's gon' kill ya if it don't heal ya [Verse 2] This is that grown man theme music, full head of steam music Use it, don't abuse it, kerosene, gasoline music Fueling ya trek the everyday struggles for the modern day hustle Like folks that juggle two or three jobs with two or three mouths to feed Two or three years left before you get your degree If you a free black man without crack rock and a wicked jump shot Many more ways and means This is background music for ya mind whether or not ya addin' to the crime rate Somethin' to unwind and keep ya mind straight Cause life's a bitch and everyday is a blind date This is ya break from the rootinest and tootinest, drug and gun shootin' this Sniffin' and snortin' this Image distortin' this, rap I'm just here to be kickin' and recordin' this Jordan that's pro that's for your ear holes here it go [Chorus] {Guitar solo} [Verse 3] This is that run it back 100 yards, neck snappin', head nod Rosewood, Amistad Project or campus y'all Damn skippy I'm a god [?] to Allah [?] from far Run and get ya bomb squad For ya head cause we gonna challenge everything they tell you When they sayin' you a rebel, or you goin' straight to Hell you Tell 'em, "it's a path not a destination" Unless you wanna test my theory don't test my patience I'ma make my Heaven on Earth for what it's worth One time [?] what is deserved For my friendly friends, fans, folks, arm, leg, leg, arm, head, shoulder, knees and toes One question and it goes- [Chorus]