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3 Da Hardway Video (MV)






The Future Kingz - 3 Da Hardway Lyrics




F*ck da slice i want da pie
Hustlers grind & buyers buy
When it's smoke don't talk about it
Put that beef right on the rye
Two door coupe I drop that top
To show my wrist just me and I
Can't go back to broke that shit so wrong
I'm in a different mode
I chill out at home
Move out them packs and put bands in a tote
Yo bitch know I'm on so she gon slide
But she gotta come alone
I move like the Don around my block
Lil bitch I'm Corleone
I care about myself my bitch my fam but put my money first
He was just a fan and now he dissin he got done the worst
This bitch say she love me all the time but don't know who I am
I'm the type that's gon do what I want and flex racks on the gram

S-O-S-K-I so high so fly I got that fye with me
I want like 10Ms or never mind it ain't no signing me
Brought that shit from overseas so we gon tax on every key
Reach for anything on me we on yo ass like Robin Jeans
I wasn't born into no money still got rich by 17
Never asked no one for nothing somehow they still asking me
Big bro left me all alone it turnt my heart into a stone
Turnt that pain into some racks and turnt that trap into a home
I like foreign cars 5 star restaurants ala carte
Boring broads in Milan let's do shopping montage
Bitch all I know is ball played my cards like hallmark
Snakes out gotta cut the grass keyboard where these niggas talk
On my own since a young nigga
F*cked up I don't talk about it
Looking back probably for the best
Now my car go auto pilot
I don't need no stylist bitch I style yo stylist
Virgil on my feet while I move out that pyrex
Came straight out them projects wasn't nobody worried bout me
Cept' my niggas who been with me and my bitch who very solid
Now these niggas in my DM talkin bout when we gon vibe?
Lil bro you sound just like a bitch get out my face fore I get violent
Nigga

F*ck da slice i want da pie
Hustlers grind & buyers buy
When it's smoke don't talk about it
Put that beef right on the rye
Two door coupe I drop that top
To show my wrist just me and I
Can't go back to broke that shit so wrong
I'm in a different mode
I chill out at home
Move out them packs and put bands in a tote
Yo bitch know I'm on so she gon slide
But she gotta come alone
I move like the Don around my block
Lil bitch I'm Corleone

I'm Feelin like Corleone
But I like my bitches all dressed in uniform
Peelin up off the chrome
Said They kickin doors but bitch
This ain't no home alone
I been the man since a shordy
I was afraid at the time but I
Never could show it
I had to stand on my bidness
To get it
To keep it is different
I move with intention
Pull up blacked out 'burban onna curb
It's just my twin and I
Cut off all the lights
While I'm on stage
My Rollie still gon shine
How he rock with Long Beach?
From the 5-6-2
Like he Sublime!
Blew up in the Chi
Left the fools behind and my tool with slime
2020
They say eye fell off
They vision must be blind
I'm SO GEMINI
MEET MY NEW DESIGN
KANG REDEFINED

2k24 im with the So's
And we back in dat mode

3 Da Hardway nigga
Shoot like Jacket Daniel's when I up my pole

And it's
3VETS ONNA COAT
CUZ THIS SHIT TO BIG
TO GO AT ALONE

F*ck da slice i want da pie
Hustlers grind & buyers buy
When it's smoke don't talk about it
Put that beef right on the rye
Two door coupe I drop that top
To show my wrist just me and I

This the scene where Thanos snapping
How the f*ck they Dancin and rapping?
Grown ass man don't hold no grudges
Meanwhile my opps still firmly graspin'
Let it go dawg you damn near 30
Better pipe down bitch like why you lackin?
Son in the back of the house still nappin
Foot on neck twist left what's crackin?
Back to the money like Robbin a bank
I'm counting dinero you still at zero
Bitch still wanna play hometown hero
Bitch still wanna hold beef no Gyro
You and yo brother like Randy & Tito
Me and my brother like Chavo Guerrero
You step in the ring send a shot out the barrel
I drop the top off the coupe no sombrero
Gold on my neck now I feel like a Pharoah
I step for my brothers I feel like Will Ferrell
3 da hardway ain't no way we could spare 'em
We strike em on sight got his ligaments tearin
He droppin his music ain't nobody hear it
Droppin dis new shit you can't even compare
Droppin dis new shit you can't even compare
Droppin dis new shit you can't even what?

Yea it's Renz in da cut
Yea it's So with the heat
Kangsta we step in the castle we stomp on that shit like a street
Huh yeah I told you it's 3
Huh yeah I told you it's 3
Cmon yeah I told you it's 3
Yeah what?
I told you it's 3
Yeah what?
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English

F*ck da slice i want da pie
Hustlers grind & buyers buy
When it's smoke don't talk about it
Put that beef right on the rye
Two door coupe I drop that top
To show my wrist just me and I
Can't go back to broke that shit so wrong
I'm in a different mode
I chill out at home
Move out them packs and put bands in a tote
Yo bitch know I'm on so she gon slide
But she gotta come alone
I move like the Don around my block
Lil bitch I'm Corleone
I care about myself my bitch my fam but put my money first
He was just a fan and now he dissin he got done the worst
This bitch say she love me all the time but don't know who I am
I'm the type that's gon do what I want and flex racks on the gram

S-O-S-K-I so high so fly I got that fye with me
I want like 10Ms or never mind it ain't no signing me
Brought that shit from overseas so we gon tax on every key
Reach for anything on me we on yo ass like Robin Jeans
I wasn't born into no money still got rich by 17
Never asked no one for nothing somehow they still asking me
Big bro left me all alone it turnt my heart into a stone
Turnt that pain into some racks and turnt that trap into a home
I like foreign cars 5 star restaurants ala carte
Boring broads in Milan let's do shopping montage
Bitch all I know is ball played my cards like hallmark
Snakes out gotta cut the grass keyboard where these niggas talk
On my own since a young nigga
F*cked up I don't talk about it
Looking back probably for the best
Now my car go auto pilot
I don't need no stylist bitch I style yo stylist
Virgil on my feet while I move out that pyrex
Came straight out them projects wasn't nobody worried bout me
Cept' my niggas who been with me and my bitch who very solid
Now these niggas in my DM talkin bout when we gon vibe?
Lil bro you sound just like a bitch get out my face fore I get violent
Nigga

F*ck da slice i want da pie
Hustlers grind & buyers buy
When it's smoke don't talk about it
Put that beef right on the rye
Two door coupe I drop that top
To show my wrist just me and I
Can't go back to broke that shit so wrong
I'm in a different mode
I chill out at home
Move out them packs and put bands in a tote
Yo bitch know I'm on so she gon slide
But she gotta come alone
I move like the Don around my block
Lil bitch I'm Corleone

I'm Feelin like Corleone
But I like my bitches all dressed in uniform
Peelin up off the chrome
Said They kickin doors but bitch
This ain't no home alone
I been the man since a shordy
I was afraid at the time but I
Never could show it
I had to stand on my bidness
To get it
To keep it is different
I move with intention
Pull up blacked out 'burban onna curb
It's just my twin and I
Cut off all the lights
While I'm on stage
My Rollie still gon shine
How he rock with Long Beach?
From the 5-6-2
Like he Sublime!
Blew up in the Chi
Left the fools behind and my tool with slime
2020
They say eye fell off
They vision must be blind
I'm SO GEMINI
MEET MY NEW DESIGN
KANG REDEFINED

2k24 im with the So's
And we back in dat mode

3 Da Hardway nigga
Shoot like Jacket Daniel's when I up my pole

And it's
3VETS ONNA COAT
CUZ THIS SHIT TO BIG
TO GO AT ALONE

F*ck da slice i want da pie
Hustlers grind & buyers buy
When it's smoke don't talk about it
Put that beef right on the rye
Two door coupe I drop that top
To show my wrist just me and I

This the scene where Thanos snapping
How the f*ck they Dancin and rapping?
Grown ass man don't hold no grudges
Meanwhile my opps still firmly graspin'
Let it go dawg you damn near 30
Better pipe down bitch like why you lackin?
Son in the back of the house still nappin
Foot on neck twist left what's crackin?
Back to the money like Robbin a bank
I'm counting dinero you still at zero
Bitch still wanna play hometown hero
Bitch still wanna hold beef no Gyro
You and yo brother like Randy & Tito
Me and my brother like Chavo Guerrero
You step in the ring send a shot out the barrel
I drop the top off the coupe no sombrero
Gold on my neck now I feel like a Pharoah
I step for my brothers I feel like Will Ferrell
3 da hardway ain't no way we could spare 'em
We strike em on sight got his ligaments tearin
He droppin his music ain't nobody hear it
Droppin dis new shit you can't even compare
Droppin dis new shit you can't even compare
Droppin dis new shit you can't even what?

Yea it's Renz in da cut
Yea it's So with the heat
Kangsta we step in the castle we stomp on that shit like a street
Huh yeah I told you it's 3
Huh yeah I told you it's 3
Cmon yeah I told you it's 3
Yeah what?
I told you it's 3
Yeah what?
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Writer: Rasidi Bloomfield, Malik Jones, Renzell Roque
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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