Go Hard Lyrics

We got it, we got it, we got what you need

Break all the bread with nobody between

Taking off on jets, burning kerosine

That's fire on fire, we smoke gasoline

Putting in work we don't do it for free

Call me young Meek, I'm chasing a dream

And don't give a f- what they think about me

Got a grand scheme, me and my team

I got a whole plan to make it out

You ain't never love us, you fake it now

"F-" number zero, what I gave out

Got a few zeroes in my account

Got a few secrets I can't hand out

Cause you a snake, can't be my mans now

Ain't no dissin' I got fans now

And you know I can't let a fan down

I'm all over the place

Can't even feel my face

Almost went so insane

But I gotta bounce back every day

Don't got time but I do got a place

If I got a Patek, gotta ice the face

If I had ya b-, then I forgot her name

So keep the past in the past, we got cash to make

And a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought?

Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross

I shoot all my shots and get applause

And I never even practice at all

I feel just like Justin, have to ball

Way too talented, we have to charge

If you gang you pay just half the cost

In the end, we all gotta go hard

We got it, we got it, we got what you need

Break all the bread with nobody between

Taking off on jets, burning kerosine

That's fire on fire, we smoke gasoline

Putting in work we don't do it for free

Call me young Meek, I'm chasing a dream

And don't give a f- what they think about me

Got a grand scheme, me and my team

In my bag like Silkin, got no time for regrets

Fill my DM with b-, I leave you in my requests

Had to trust my process, I been so impatient

Prayers stay up, God bless, we living in Revelation

Ain't got time to waste, give a time and place

You can guarantee I'll be pull up on time

Eighty times a day, s- on my phased ass haters with a couple of lines

Staying focused up, for the both of us

And anyone that's down to ride

No one's cold as us, or as bold as us

You cannot hang around my guys

With a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought?

Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross

I shoot all my shots and get applause

And I never even practice at all

Never ever letting down my guard

Swimming with the sharks till I kill Jaws

I don't follow rules or any laws

'Cause In the end we all gotta go hard

Gotta go hard

Gotta go hard