Hardaway

[Intro]
I think it's made of emeralds
I just bought a drum today
They like Stunna G you buggin' put that gun away
I look my demons in the face, and I don't run away
My lil' brother caught a case, like the other day 'cause he don't know no other way

[Chorus]
I just bought a drum today
They like Stunna G you buggin', put that gun away
I look my demons in the face, and I don't run away
My lil' brother caught a case, like the other day 'cause he don't know no other way
I can't fuck wit' lame niggas, we can not conversate
Thirty-thousand on my wrist so I got time today
My young boy in the trap, whippin' magic like he Hardaway
Put thirty on yo head, you know my killers they go all the way

[Verse]
Servin' 100 thousand fiends, to rockin' thousand dollar jeans
We finally made it out the trenches, but it wasn't easy as it seems
I be preachin' to they souls, they call me Stunna Luther King and I feel like I'm all alone
Mix my feelings wit' styrofoam
Fightin' demons they want my soul
But I won't let 'em take it from me
I see you starin' at my chain, come try to take it from me
I spent a hundred on this chain, walked out wit' eighty on me
They do everything we do but they be hatin' on us
Woah, they be hatin' on us
Like we ain't got they groupie bitches gettin' naked for us
They told us "Get it back in blood", we went and took it from 'em
My young boy hop out that van and make a movie like a Run & Gun, yeah

[Chorus]
I just bought a drum today
They like Stunna G you buggin', put that gun away
I look my demons in the face, and I don't run away
My lil' brother caught a case, like the other day 'cause he don't know no other way
I can't fuck wit' lame niggas, we can not conversate
Thirty-thousand on my wrist so I got time today
My young boy in the trap, whippin' magic like he Hardaway
Put thirty on yo head, you know my killers they go all the way

[Outro]
Feel like I'm all alone
Mix my feelings wit' styrofoam
Fightin' demons they want my soul
But I won't let 'em take it from me
I just bought a drum today
I look my demons in the face, and I don't run away
I can't fuck wit' lame niggas, we can not conversate
Thirty-thousand on my wrist so I got time today