D-Cola - The Hardest Intro Lyrics

Muni ridin damn near since I was born this the real me
Been broke since I was a kid but they don't feel me
Came to rosa parks and my homies would call me philthy
Never trippin but on mommas I still feel things
The way I grew up made me insecure as fuck I got teased by the niggas wit bitches I had no luck
Always found a way to hide away since then I been tucked runnin stop signs a right of way, they ain't give a fuck
Deep depression way before I was an adolescent
But little did I know that shit would be a fuckin blessing used to want the cars and the close and the chains
But all the niggas wit the money used to bang I was outside as a kid while yall was doing yall thang the only difference is I'm over here and you in yall lane I was rockin ross jeans they was rockin baumains To this day I wear vans they was rockin all J's
Homies used to play sports and then it all changed
But i was smart always knew about thangs Whole family convicts I always knew about gangs randy died in 03 I always knew about pain Nigga
Now it's not a lot of shit that really hurt a G
I understand I have to stay away from certain things, any gold chain that I got, came from a burglary
Bitch I'm the hardest out my city most certainly
The only difference is I got no name and they ain't heard of me
Cola get on beats and start cuttin up like it's surgery
Cola's MO is to murder beats to the first degree
After february bet these niggas wanna work wit me
I won't do a verse unless they fillin up the purse wit cheese
Fuck you mean this shit ain't voluntary I dont work for free
I grew up wit a lotta niggas so it hurts to see that niggas who I played hawks wit gettin murdered G I come from a place They totin hammas like it ain't a camera
Smoke the block up then get ghost nigga danny phantom
Cops get on his 6 he yell 12 then he go bananas fuck the law he tryna sell them grams they ain't gone fuck the plan up
I was slidin down sutter
Boolin on baker
Pimpin on post outside wit the money makers They spend money on balenciaga sneaks that's funny paper
I'm just speakin my opinion bitch I ain't fuckin hater
Down bad they justed watched so I Can't do no fuckin favors
I was ridin on bart, it was you up in the scrapers
Need the bread like a muhfuckin bagel and some capers
Yeah he stay right down the street but that's a op that ain't no neighbor nigga

Muni ridin damn near since I was born this the real me
Been broke since I was a kid but they don't feel me
Came to rosa parks and my homies would call me philthy
Never trippin but on mommas I still feel things
The way I grew up made me insecure as fuck I got teased by the niggas wit bitches I had no luck
Always found a way to hide away since then I been tucked runnin stop signs a right of way, they ain't give a fuck
Deep depression way before I was an adolescent
But little did I know that shit would be a fuckin blessing used to want the cars and the close and the chains
But all the niggas wit the money used to bang I was outside as a kid while yall was doing yall thang the only difference is I'm over here and you in yall lane I was rockin ross jeans they was rockin baumains To this day I wear vans they was rockin all J's
Homies used to play sports and then it all changed
But i was smart always knew about thangs Whole family convicts I always knew about gangs randy died in 03 I always knew about pain Nigga
Now it's not a lot of shit that really hurt a G
I understand I have to stay away from certain things, any gold chain that I got, came from a burglary
Bitch I'm the hardest out my city most certainly
The only difference is I got no name and they ain't heard of me
Cola get on beats and start cuttin up like it's surgery
Cola's MO is to murder beats to the first degree
After february bet these niggas wanna work wit me
I won't do a verse unless they fillin up the purse wit cheese
Fuck you mean this shit ain't voluntary I dont work for free
I grew up wit a lotta niggas so it hurts to see that niggas who I played hawks wit gettin murdered G I come from a place They totin hammas like it ain't a camera
Smoke the block up then get ghost nigga danny phantom
Cops get on his 6 he yell 12 then he go bananas fuck the law he tryna sell them grams they ain't gone fuck the plan up
I was slidin down sutter
Boolin on baker
Pimpin on post outside wit the money makers They spend money on balenciaga sneaks that's funny paper
I'm just speakin my opinion bitch I ain't fuckin hater
Down bad they justed watched so I Can't do no fuckin favors
I was ridin on bart, it was you up in the scrapers
Need the bread like a muhfuckin bagel and some capers
Yeah he stay right down the street but that's a op that ain't no neighbor nigga