CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : H.A.R.D

We met each other on a magazine cover
It's like God told us we had to be brothers in this rap music
Never f**kin' with beat makers, just the (Heatmakerz)
We makin' (Crack music)
All hail the king, I'm back
This time around I'm coming to get it all
Bigger in the hood than Fentanyl
Yeah, I'm killin' y'all
Porsche with the ceilin' off
Pink blacker than the skin of Senegal
I'm night crawling like Jake Gyllenhaal
All independent though, but you can't tell by the way I'm spendin' though
Out here talkin' slick as the kitchen floor
Y'all rock aluminum cans, your jewelry's Michelob
Mine got 'em green with envy, these n***as Piccolo
Pick a flow
I smack a rapper with a lyric that'll hit 'em harder than that n***a Ridd**k Bowe, then go, go and let critics know
Crooked came up on food stamps, he knew he'd be a champ
Now the Louis V is stamped on my boot clamp
b*t*hes know, they wave when I smash past
Try to flag me down like the Star-Spangle at half-mast
My money was young, I didn't have cash
Now I'm like the comedian headlining: I knew I'd get the last laugh
Really though