D Ates - Hard Lyrics

Bruh I know this shit hard
Seeing niggas flexing with the cars and broads
And all u got to yo name is a heart
And you wish you was a star

Bruh I went through that depression
This was way before Weston
Sleeping on the floor a nigga itching like a peasant
Pray to god for better days a nigga tired of the damage

Niggas used to shit on me like a f*cking pamper
I remember nigga you aint my
Dawg you aint a memba
Shit left my heart cold as December
Confident Im walking bold with my niggas

Punch a nigga rock a fella like Jigga
She said she like my charisma
I might f*ck her and then forget her
Damn I really wish shit was different
But f*ck it lets handle business

Yea Im tryna be yo main yea I know
But you don't wanna be saved yea I know
We could take this shit to the grave yea I know
But you wanna play with a nigga brain yea I know

Mr drive the Range yea I know
Mr copped a Mulsanne yea I know
Big banking like Im Wells Fargo
Pack came in cargo
Shipment from Toronto

Left some bitches heart broke
Feel bad I let the best one go
Damn I really loved that lil hoe
But we still gotta handle business tho

New chain winter snow
F*cking with the windows closed
I just brought a new robe to feel relaxed when Im home
Still blowing hella strong
Ya bitch still blow my phone