Intro (Who Harder Than Me 3)

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O.G. getting smoked by the ounces
Whole key getting broke down to ounces
Was in the trap house sleeping on couches
Now I talk investments with my accountant
How we make it this far with no cosign?
How he got caught with a brick and get no time?
I made eighty off the sour back in '09
We turned Nene house into a goldmine
Me and Niya wrote raps, we used to battle niggas
Now we watch niggas scream when the ladder hit 'em
Got tired of seeing mom cry, I had to get it
I make a model bitch crawl like a caterpillar
Drunk at four, fell asleep at the stop sign
Only crackheads blinging my hotline
I'll beef with whoever long as I got mine
Kill kids, don't give a fuck if they not mine
PIP, my nigga P, he used to cut loose
That nigga jumped off a roof off of dust juice
My brother Liki get his off the muscle
Just know my hand on gun if I don't trust you
You niggas worship money, can't take it wit' ya
A broke nigga had your girl sending naked pictures
Twenty-two, forty-five, it don't make a difference
Just know I'm going for your head if I come to get ya
These motherfuckers tryna question my integrity
I bet the scales say y'all haunted if you measure me
This dope money got my pockets on Heavy D
That pussy said he cool and he better be
I inherited the block, it was left to me
Trying not to let the streets get the best of me
I'll make my shooter be the last thing you ever see
All I do is get a signal like a referee
Might dab with the work, we smoked in the backroom
Murda had the K with the half-moon
Go and turn this kitchen to a classroom
Kai kicked the door, we aim the Smith to the bathroom
I remember when I used to work for mine
These tables turned, now I'm giving work to mine
I had one job, I ain't work a month
On a mission, fuck them bitches, I was curving 'em
The root of all evil is being broke
We bring Mo, he kick your door and hit your folks
His old girl set him up and he know
His own blood took his life for a key of coke
I should put insurance to my glass pot
Twenty pounds of weed in the glass locked
Making pick ups on my trap blocks
The cops ran down on me on my last stop
They say there's money on my head, I still sleep great
Why would I starve while these bitch niggas eat steak?
If I pay for four, I wanna see eight
She on the block list if she make me wait