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Hard 2 Obtain
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hard 2 Obtain was released on November 22, 2024 by Stack Moolah & Rome Streetz as a part of the album Hard 2 Obtain - Single
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Release DateNovember 22, 2024
LabelStack Moolah & Rome Streetz
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM153

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stack Moolah
Stack Moolah
Performer
Rome Streetz
Rome Streetz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rome Streetz
Rome Streetz
Lyrics
Benoit Mataigne
Benoit Mataigne
Songwriter
Jerome Allen
Jerome Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stack Moolah
Stack Moolah
Producer

Lyrics

Whatever you want
You better watch your back
They can shoot at you, they can do anything
You gotta protect yourself from around here
You let them shit out of you, they do it all the time
That’s why you gotta get back at them
Showing you not a punk yup
Look, I had to open my eyes wider to see the signs
Trying to get a piece of the pie and find a peace of mind
Never would I follow a lost **** leading the blind
Got one foot in and one foot out, I walk a fine line
Bitches love me like I’m Don Juan
I been adored since the velour I wore with Sean John
Had dreams of bein’ on nightmares of fed kicking my door
Got greedy, chasing’ one more score, fast forward
Now I get thousands to rap all the shit I saw
The concept was foreign before
Now I got all sorts of foreign abroad
Tryna fuck me like a porno they saw
Grant all my wishes, get explicit if I ask for more
I wasn’t tall enough for basketball
I dribbled a different rock to have my guap coming’ back and forth
Change my circumstances, now I’m advancin’
Trying to manifest a new McLaren in a mansion
Runnin’it up, you just running your mouth
Lately I run DMC, double the money we count
I couldn’t get it off the couch, had to go out on the route
Angel and Devil on my shoulder,
Having’ bounce while I bag a ounce
I had to calculate the come up, I was down and out
I turned a stone to a diamond, **** scratching’ they scout
Tryna’ figured this shit out, filled with self-doubt
They washed up, joints got gout, dry, stuck in a drought
I’m out for money, market, accounts, stocks and bonds
Fast whips and trips to Azerbaijan
Now shit is lit all my hardships is bygone
Still keep a clip to spray your shit up like a Krylon, motherfucka
“The world is mine” I shouted out loud
I had to smack the shit out of the devil cuz god gave me style
Father stretched my hands to touch a money pile
It was hard to obtain but now we runnin’ through thous’
“The world is mine” I shouted out loud
I had to smack the shit out of the devil cuz god gave me style
Father stretched my hands to touch a money pile
It was hard to obtain but now we runnin’ through thous’
I make fast money, drive foreign cars
Everybody try to get close, they think I’m a superstar
Horny hoes and hot pursuit since I make Coup de Grace
Flirtin’ throwing me plenty social cues to remove their bras
A hearthrob but I’m far from cupid
Dub if she stupid, can’t socialize if she clueless
My life is like a motion picture by Stanley Kubric
My path to glory was simple, I follow no rubric
Smooth shit, I rock a roof it
All the money came real easy off the E, I’m ruthless
**** with a attitude, My life produce this
If it ain’t cheese, deuces, is not conducive
Stack bands, Dollar signs in my cat scan
Keep a chopper like the afghan but I’m a black man
Writing the exact plan, Eating off the useful land
Got the whole world in the palm of my hand, Motherfucka
Written by: Benoit Mataigne, Jerome Allen, Rome Streetz
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