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Hard Knocks Video (MV)




Performed By: Reace Sosa
Featuring: SCY JIMM
Language: English
Written by: ERGEN ISANOV, MAURICE SIMS, SCY JIMM




Reace Sosa - Hard Knocks Lyrics




[ Featuring SCY JIMM ]

Dumb, dumb (Hoo, hoo)
Reace Sosa out Dan Mafia (Hoo, hoo)
(Ayy, yo, FLAME, how you made this one, man?)
Tryna fill my safe with knots
(Palmerie Pride) ayy, big SCY shit, nigga
Cut the head off the snake, f*ck nigga
Nigga already know how we coming, nigga

Tryna fill the safe with
Knots, kill the snake, he try to plot
The last opp, he DOA, he Roddy Ricch
He in a box this the School of Hard Knocks
Duck your head or get it popped
Get the lo', then blitz the spot, move right
Them crackers hot

Gotta stop from flippin' out, really
I be trippin' out start dissin'
Only thing I'm thinkin' 'bout is killin' now
Y'all gon' learn 'bout side pickin'
Flip your ass from sidekickin'
You gon' make it all-out war for keep
On havin' me in yo' mentions
Predict the future like The Simpsons
You gon' die for all that flaggin'
F*ck that fakin'
Chopper quakin' since you act
Like you want static niggas talkin' crazy
But ain't even got no stats to back it
I'ma turn you into a star
Swim with the fishes, now you Patrick
I'm in action, you be actin', on my mama
It's a difference
You ain't shot more than five niggas or
Went and dirtied up your pistol
Niggas actin' like they killers
But ain't never stamped a nigga
Checked your jacket, you ain't official
I earned my stripes
The streets ain't give 'em

Tryna fill the safe with knots
Kill the snake he try to plot
The last opp, he DOA, he Roddy Ricch
He in a box this the School of Hard Knocks
Duck your head or get it popped
Get the lo', then blitz the spot, move right
Them crackers hot

Spend this money how we
Want 'cause these racks, we get a lot
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Havin' dreams about the feds
I'm prayin' they don't blitz the spot
Last nigga tried to play
Dumb-ass nigga had got shot (Glaow, glaow)
'Posed to be at a show
But I'm too busy playin' in that pot
(Ayy, ayy) i be vibin' off that drank
If I ain't got it, i'm in my feelings
(On God, I'm in my feelings)
Where I'm from, it's trap or
Die, we in the streets, that's how we livin'
(Ayy, on gang)
They keep tellin' me to chill
But I can't get my mind off killin'
(F*ck it, f*ck it)
From the gutter where you either
Scammin' or you drug dealin' (Huh?)
Finna take an opp out only time
I'm tryna go to dinner
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, phew)
You ain't never shot a nigga
How the f*ck is you a spinner?
We be doin' this shit forever
All you niggas some beginners (On gang)
Keep that heater on me even though
It ain't even close to winter
(Frrt, frrt, glah)
He tried to snake, we knocked him off
(Glaow, glaow) , he played, lil' bruh done
Frrt
I don't know what the dumb-ass nigga thought
(Ayy, ayy)
Speakin' on the gang, you know it's smoke
That's just what we was taught
(Come on, man) even though I like foreigns
I'll still get busy in that 'Hawk
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I won't never change, I know I'm thuggin'

Tryna fill the safe with knots
Kill the snake he try to plot
The last opp, he DOA, he Roddy Ricch
He in a box this the School of Hard Knocks
Duck your head or get it popped
Get the lo', then blitz the spot, move right
Them crackers hot

Gotta stop from flippin' out, really
I be trippin' out is killin' now
Flip your ass from sidekickin'
For keep on havin' me in yo' mentions
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Dumb, dumb (Hoo, hoo)
Reace Sosa out Dan Mafia (Hoo, hoo)
(Ayy, yo, FLAME, how you made this one, man?)
Tryna fill my safe with knots
(Palmerie Pride) ayy, big SCY shit, nigga
Cut the head off the snake, f*ck nigga
Nigga already know how we coming, nigga

Tryna fill the safe with
Knots, kill the snake, he try to plot
The last opp, he DOA, he Roddy Ricch
He in a box this the School of Hard Knocks
Duck your head or get it popped
Get the lo', then blitz the spot, move right
Them crackers hot

Gotta stop from flippin' out, really
I be trippin' out start dissin'
Only thing I'm thinkin' 'bout is killin' now
Y'all gon' learn 'bout side pickin'
Flip your ass from sidekickin'
You gon' make it all-out war for keep
On havin' me in yo' mentions
Predict the future like The Simpsons
You gon' die for all that flaggin'
F*ck that fakin'
Chopper quakin' since you act
Like you want static niggas talkin' crazy
But ain't even got no stats to back it
I'ma turn you into a star
Swim with the fishes, now you Patrick
I'm in action, you be actin', on my mama
It's a difference
You ain't shot more than five niggas or
Went and dirtied up your pistol
Niggas actin' like they killers
But ain't never stamped a nigga
Checked your jacket, you ain't official
I earned my stripes
The streets ain't give 'em

Tryna fill the safe with knots
Kill the snake he try to plot
The last opp, he DOA, he Roddy Ricch
He in a box this the School of Hard Knocks
Duck your head or get it popped
Get the lo', then blitz the spot, move right
Them crackers hot

Spend this money how we
Want 'cause these racks, we get a lot
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Havin' dreams about the feds
I'm prayin' they don't blitz the spot
Last nigga tried to play
Dumb-ass nigga had got shot (Glaow, glaow)
'Posed to be at a show
But I'm too busy playin' in that pot
(Ayy, ayy) i be vibin' off that drank
If I ain't got it, i'm in my feelings
(On God, I'm in my feelings)
Where I'm from, it's trap or
Die, we in the streets, that's how we livin'
(Ayy, on gang)
They keep tellin' me to chill
But I can't get my mind off killin'
(F*ck it, f*ck it)
From the gutter where you either
Scammin' or you drug dealin' (Huh?)
Finna take an opp out only time
I'm tryna go to dinner
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, phew)
You ain't never shot a nigga
How the f*ck is you a spinner?
We be doin' this shit forever
All you niggas some beginners (On gang)
Keep that heater on me even though
It ain't even close to winter
(Frrt, frrt, glah)
He tried to snake, we knocked him off
(Glaow, glaow) , he played, lil' bruh done
Frrt
I don't know what the dumb-ass nigga thought
(Ayy, ayy)
Speakin' on the gang, you know it's smoke
That's just what we was taught
(Come on, man) even though I like foreigns
I'll still get busy in that 'Hawk
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I won't never change, I know I'm thuggin'

Tryna fill the safe with knots
Kill the snake he try to plot
The last opp, he DOA, he Roddy Ricch
He in a box this the School of Hard Knocks
Duck your head or get it popped
Get the lo', then blitz the spot, move right
Them crackers hot

Gotta stop from flippin' out, really
I be trippin' out is killin' now
Flip your ass from sidekickin'
For keep on havin' me in yo' mentions
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: ERGEN ISANOV, MAURICE SIMS, SCY JIMM
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave

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