Mike James - Go Hard lyrics

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Mike James with the name, I won’t snap again,

I don’t think they heard, bring it back again.

I’m skill one to five, think I’m out of ten,

Momma wants me to say, but I have to spend.

With this toes been at ride again,

Tim boys turn to shit, what’s happening?

Bipolar, like YOLO, that be my favorite acronym.

At casinos with scenos, might just go play crops again.

Got these hoes that deep throat blowing up my jack again,

Smoke weed ‘till my eyes look Chinese, bad bitch with me she got this.

O G J’s what find these, limit at the way what what flies mean.

100 hp my car to go, never ever sweat no car, no

See them alibis in a garden toad, I find you all look like car show,

I swag and sag my card ons, that bright mind with a dark flow.

I finish up fast, you’re starting slow, that painted pictures, no art show.

Lost a girl I love for a girl I like, wish you work hard your entire life,

You could lose it all in just one night so I grin for the times that I guess you’re right.

Don’t loosen up in time, but I guess shit tight, handle that business in the middle of the night.

I don’t see them haters, they ain’t in my sight, got flood in my back, I don’t waste the light.

Go hard, go hard, go hard in this motherfucker,

Girl, I got you what you want in this motherfucker

And everything I do goes in the motherfucker

So if they hating this all, tell the motherfuckers

I’m stray, don’t worry about me, I’m a stray,

I’m stray, I’m stray, don’t give a fuck what you say, I won’t pay little homie, I’m stray.

Floor up, beat to stay, I resign that, I’m a beast on the beat in these high hats.

After the money, never sided track, I’m on my toes, never lay back.

Still for what? I’m grinding homes, really, I ain’t got time for hoes.

My oak be I sure be shining homes, still I ain’t even set the time and all.

I’m a grind for show, get for my show, always had it rough, I ain’t crying, no.

Only one like to live, yeah, yeah, I know, so imma do these drugs at that show.

Fuck you hating on me for? I just do my own thing.

Take it easy like a freak, though, then maybe you’ll get your all change.

My five forty five be cocaine, let’s do it and die in my own lane,

When life get hard don’t complain, I dance, I ain’t no Cobain.

Imma do this ‘till I die, die, every word that better be fine, fine.

Not one of my verb be a lie, to the boys tell em shh, be quiet.

2 0 12, this my year, I hope I made that quite clear,

I’m ahead of y’all by lightyears, I got my boys with me, yeah, they’re right here.

I’m gun blow, she’s giving time, I run this bitch, just give me mine,

I don’t been through it all like many times, so the boys like the shit, just get in line.

Go hard, go hard, go hard in this motherfucker,

Girl, I got you what you want in this motherfucker

And everything I do goes in the motherfucker

So if they hating this all, tell the motherfuckers

I’m stray, don’t worry about me, I’m a stray,

I’m stray, I’m stray, don’t give a fuck what you say, I won’t pay little homie, I’m stray.

Go hard, go hard, go hard in this motherfucker,

Go hard, go hard, go hard in this motherfucker,

Go hard, go hard, go hard in this motherfucker.

Go, go.