Goin' Hard (feat. Paul Wall & Maxo Kream)

You know we came from nothing But we're a long way from the bottom now It can't rain forever, say I'm sick of these niggas, let's get it on Yeah, I came for the money, I got it and now I'm gone Childish ass niggas, I'm grown, let alone goin' hard Bitch, I'm still in the zone, they got me wrong Hater, your bitch on my line, I catch her later I'm a monster when it come to the paper, and you a faker Smokin' on some purple and gold, look like a Laker And I told you niggas play on the sidewalk where it's safer Suckas get mad when you're keepin' it right But I'm movin' through the crowd like a thief in the night Niggas playin', get off my dick is what I'm sayin' I'm too busy out here purchasin' land and you a fan Addicted to the money, I arrange these plays It's too late for me to change my ways Nigga, I said addicted to the money, I arrange these plays It's too late for me to change my ways Check me out, he got chains on his neck, neck Diamonds in his mouth He was born here, takes his home, he raised in the South Trapped full of fiends, slabs in the yard Got a pocket full of money and he's still going hard He got chains on his neck, neck, diamonds in his mind He was born here, takes his homie, raised in the south Trapped full of fiends, slabs in the yard Got a pocket full of money and he's still going hard We cut so different You might be getting this game from a nigga who did 20 flat We under the old law I said Pop trunk with candy paint I had a trap house with purple drink and candy dank Kream Clique, persona gang, Rob Shoot or shank Before I had the millions, I was trapping Jack and used to take Broke as fuck, we had to huddle up, put twenty in the gas tank Blue Buick looking foolish, max text K's Drake's Pull up, make a movie, first shot, we don't do takes But we do take chalk, line, yellow tape My grandma hear my lines, she say she prayin' for me every day My mama say she proud of me, son, you know you made the way The opps be talkin' down on me, mad they partna in the grave I keep that trade pound on me, ratchet, tote 'em to the bank He got chains on his neck, he got chains on his neck He got chains on his neck, diamonds in his mouth He was born here, takes his homie, raised in the South Trap full of fiends, slabs in the yard Got a pocket full of money and he still goin' hard He got chains on his neck, diamonds in his mouth He was born here, takes his homie, raised in the South Trap full of fiends, slabs in the yard Got a pocket full of money and he still goin' hard I'm straight out the Lone Star State, grindin' for decades But I ain't even half done yet, you ain't seen my best days I'm front page P, my slab got 'em writin' essays When I turn up the bass, massage backs and cause headaches X-ray the way the glass is see-through Ridin' on spokes and Vogue, slowly that's how we do Mouth full of carrots, my pockets thicker than some beef stew Just got back from Chicken Itza, headed to Machu Picchu So that's why I've been peaceful, wrists glowing like my chi I'm flyer than the UAP, you clean but you ain't me And everything was paid for, none of it was free I got more hustles than this park and spots at NRG So look and see but don't stare too hard Them diamonds might blind you, have you stuck at the light With ten candy cars behind you You know the name, it ain't no need to remind you It's the Slab God, people's champ, it's Paul Wall, baby He got chains on his neck, neck, diamonds in his mouth He was born here, takes his homie raised in the south Trap full of fiends, big slabs in the yard Got a pocket full of money and he still going hard He got chains on his neck, neck, diamonds in his mouth He was born here, takes his homie raised in the south Trap full of fiends, big slabs in the yard Got a pocket full of money and he still going hard