Lyrics to Hard Living
Statik (Statik Selektah)
From a pack of piranhas, your favorite rapper pussy I promise
Throw ladders, we climbed 'em
Disappearing acts, we gon' find 'em
I was actually grinding, biggest fear is back to the bottom
Circle this block for days, make sure you blast if you spot 'em
Used to rap [?], before fame back in the projects
When she died, walked around dazed out of my conscience
Want all of my niggas chilling on a yacht without the nonsense
I was dead broke walking through Johnston with no design on
Thunder on me with a silencer, that's a quiet storm
I been about stackin' bundles, I get my riot on
I like it, I just cop it, I don't try it on
I was dead broke trying to rap, my niggas asking me to buy a song
We come from hard living
Play the block til it's all finished
Pray that God feel us, we never know 'cause we all sinning
How you losing but you talk winning?
The whip tinted, windows dark skinned
Pinching off them park benches
You tryna get it, put your heart in it
Get drunk at the bar with it
Niggas giving out shots like a bartender
On tour for the summer, make sure it's not a hard winter
You ain't never gotta pick us up as long as God get us
Ice pick for any situ-o, real from the get-go
Shoot him in his stomach, not in the back where his shit go
[?] my zip code, let off a shot and get low
X, dope, and molly, EDM, I felt like Diplo
Off the rip though, I pull that Lil Jon and tell him "Get low"
From the get-go, this pop can cause a panic at the disco
You get what just you get though, I get dough
But you ain't get that info then you ain't really knowing what you really in for
The track got extendos, Malcolm X with the gun that's in your window
Big drum be sounding like crescendos
Get the memo, when Meth is in the house, call that indo
I'm in though, [?] from the intro
Staten homie, you don't see a dot no ratchet on me
Pack it on [?] green bay, come pack it for me
Macaroni [?]
Like the cheese I have you ratting on me
I thought you'd be happy for me
Married the money, holy matrimony
You was my brony, now you acting phony
I'm asking what happened homie
Blacking out, it's about rap to clap a homie
Soon as you step in the mouse trap, I'm snappin' homie
We come from hard living
Play the block til it's all finished
Pray that God feel us, we never know 'cause we all sinning
How you losing but you talk winning?
How you losing but you talk winning?
We come from hard living
Play the block til it's all finished
Pray that God feel us, we never know 'cause we all sinning
How you losing but you talk winning?
How you losing but you talk winning?
From a pack of piranhas, your favorite rapper pussy I promise
Throw ladders, we climbed 'em
Disappearing acts, we gon' find 'em
I was actually grinding, biggest fear is back to the bottom
Circle this block for days, make sure you blast if you spot 'em
Used to rap [?], before fame back in the projects
When she died, walked around dazed out of my conscience
Want all of my niggas chilling on a yacht without the nonsense
I was dead broke walking through Johnston with no design on
Thunder on me with a silencer, that's a quiet storm
I been about stackin' bundles, I get my riot on
I like it, I just cop it, I don't try it on
I was dead broke trying to rap, my niggas asking me to buy a song
We come from hard living
Play the block til it's all finished
Pray that God feel us, we never know 'cause we all sinning
How you losing but you talk winning?
The whip tinted, windows dark skinned
Pinching off them park benches
You tryna get it, put your heart in it
Get drunk at the bar with it
Niggas giving out shots like a bartender
On tour for the summer, make sure it's not a hard winter
You ain't never gotta pick us up as long as God get us
Ice pick for any situ-o, real from the get-go
Shoot him in his stomach, not in the back where his shit go
[?] my zip code, let off a shot and get low
X, dope, and molly, EDM, I felt like Diplo
Off the rip though, I pull that Lil Jon and tell him "Get low"
From the get-go, this pop can cause a panic at the disco
You get what just you get though, I get dough
But you ain't get that info then you ain't really knowing what you really in for
The track got extendos, Malcolm X with the gun that's in your window
Big drum be sounding like crescendos
Get the memo, when Meth is in the house, call that indo
I'm in though, [?] from the intro
Staten homie, you don't see a dot no ratchet on me
Pack it on [?] green bay, come pack it for me
Macaroni [?]
Like the cheese I have you ratting on me
I thought you'd be happy for me
Married the money, holy matrimony
You was my brony, now you acting phony
I'm asking what happened homie
Blacking out, it's about rap to clap a homie
Soon as you step in the mouse trap, I'm snappin' homie
We come from hard living
Play the block til it's all finished
Pray that God feel us, we never know 'cause we all sinning
How you losing but you talk winning?
How you losing but you talk winning?
We come from hard living
Play the block til it's all finished
Pray that God feel us, we never know 'cause we all sinning
How you losing but you talk winning?
How you losing but you talk winning?
