BLUEPRINT - Go Hard Or Go Home lyrics

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Go hard or go home!

Go hard or go home!

Go hard or go home!

Go hard or go home!

Ok, Around the way, they say that boy cold with the written shit

So cold man his tongue froze spittin’ it

Everybody wanna know “is he getting’ it?”

But the only way he know is to live this shit

Years ago really, who would’ve dreamt of it?

Overseas doing shows really killin’ it Young boy dreaming about the car

dealership

A bunch of hoes that want life-long memberships

This is the realest shit, you gotta feel this shit

Been blessed all because of the penmanship

Get dressed, do beats with due diligence

Can’t rest until the whole world hear ‘em spit

You can hear he put blood, sweat, and tears in this

So every year you hear ‘em, is the year of Print

It sound mean, but dog I don’t wanna hear ya shit

My minds a machine, sometimes you can hear it click

Who got the biggest click? I could give a shit

I roll so heavy solo you can probably feel my steps

I test mics but the rhyme’s no experiment

It’s proven through trial and error plus experience

Rappers in they bag looking for the biggest trick

But even in the smallest things he can hear a hit

Isolate the main part where the spirit is

Then magnify it in size until it’s a hit

I put things in places where they shouldn’t fit

I put drinks in my body that you shouldn’t mix

I ride a mountain bike and run through a slew of chicks

It’s no fucking question if I really do this shit

Bitch, I live where the yen and yang intersect

My perfect day is to make a beat then have sex

Then laugh with the fellas and a can of Pabst

Kissin’ the sky like my man Jimi Hendrix did

Fuck what you’re interest is, and what got you into this

The rhyme is the only thing that matter to a lyricist

There’s no way that I can keep going in like this

Because the good die young like Dilla did

My progression never ends, so I can never rest

Every rhyme is like climbing Mount Everest

Every beat is like running up stair steps

Except I don’t celebrate when I reach the crest

My entire mind-state is to be the best

Not the hot new trend that you think is fresh

I don’t care which path is the friendliest

I’mma take the one that got no trace of human steps

I’mma tear rap down then rebuild the shit

With total disregard to if the pieces even fit

Reintroduce it to you with an unfamiliar twist

Make it feel new to you like fucking a different bitch