KMA - Hard 10 Lyrics

I really do this
Like the captain on your cruise ship
We hit the seas like we from Hoover's Dam
Full bottles don't do no shooters, just saying
California plates, that's on my Benz
And it's naughty
My Arizona wifey just like wine and biscottis
I think she got a nigga
So I keep that shit on private
That shit don't rhyme
But I swear it sounds just like it
That's where we at these days
I need to hit the stage
Cold flows and colder ways
They wanna take the vibe without my pain
Let's see it
Turn my reality to life but I am no Scott Disick
Been itching to max it out
They ask me what's the reason
Like I really need one
Y'all was talking crazy
Went and lived a little life
They start to call me lazy
Complacent, inconsistent
When all my s**t was hitting
Good riddance they'll pay attention when the checks is hittin'
Soft feelings is soft served with the syrup
No thanks, I'm tryna watch the sugar shawty
But let's pour up
She's just glad I showed up
I know a couple niggas banking that I wasn't
Make sure that back up plan is really bussin'
No shots, just telling truths
This is not a spoof stupid
Find me in a Noho trap house
I'm bout to get one Downtown
Still got the one in Dtown
They thought it was on slow down
It's really bout to go down though
Hypnotic and Hennessy is how I'm feeling
Made a monster out of me though
But I am not the villain
Those are not my feelings
I'm just tryna make the best out what I was given
Pressure and the pistons
Hit 24, throw some weights
Then I roll me a blee
Hit it twice deep breath
I'm right back on my feet
This shit looking steep, but I got the reach
Good public speaking, rappers be tweaking
They see me really do this
And I do it with meaning
I heard it's getting clouty in your atmosphere
No status I'm in the stratosphere
Don't ever say I was acting weird
Talking behind shoulders
Mountains I'm walking over
No bridges but still no hold up
Concealed it until I showed up
Yeah

I really do this
Like the captain on your cruise ship
We hit the seas like we from Hoover's Dam
Full bottles don't do no shooters, just saying
California plates, that's on my Benz
And it's naughty
My Arizona wifey just like wine and biscottis
I think she got a nigga
So I keep that shit on private
That shit don't rhyme
But I swear it sounds just like it
That's where we at these days
I need to hit the stage
Cold flows and colder ways
They wanna take the vibe without my pain
Let's see it
Turn my reality to life but I am no Scott Disick
Been itching to max it out
They ask me what's the reason
Like I really need one
Y'all was talking crazy
Went and lived a little life
They start to call me lazy
Complacent, inconsistent
When all my s**t was hitting
Good riddance they'll pay attention when the checks is hittin'
Soft feelings is soft served with the syrup
No thanks, I'm tryna watch the sugar shawty
But let's pour up
She's just glad I showed up
I know a couple niggas banking that I wasn't
Make sure that back up plan is really bussin'
No shots, just telling truths
This is not a spoof stupid
Find me in a Noho trap house
I'm bout to get one Downtown
Still got the one in Dtown
They thought it was on slow down
It's really bout to go down though
Hypnotic and Hennessy is how I'm feeling
Made a monster out of me though
But I am not the villain
Those are not my feelings
I'm just tryna make the best out what I was given
Pressure and the pistons
Hit 24, throw some weights
Then I roll me a blee
Hit it twice deep breath
I'm right back on my feet
This shit looking steep, but I got the reach
Good public speaking, rappers be tweaking
They see me really do this
And I do it with meaning
I heard it's getting clouty in your atmosphere
No status I'm in the stratosphere
Don't ever say I was acting weird
Talking behind shoulders
Mountains I'm walking over
No bridges but still no hold up
Concealed it until I showed up
Yeah