C-Ez - Hard Headed (feat. Symba & THALI) Lyrics

I don't know who's coming with me
All I know is that I'm going
I can't tell you how to get it
All I know is how to show it
Struck out rollin the wrong lane
Put practice in my bowlin
Got it straight up out the gutter
All I know is to keep rollin
As a youngin on that bullshit
The violence we provoked it
Didn't listen to OGs when they handed out them tokens
Learned them lessons with a hard head
Loadin up this cartridge
Got the drop and now we parked up playin parts up on they park bench
There's a hood in every city
Know the struggle where we come from
We just trynna make it out
Make momma proud and make a lump sum
Keep two feet on the ground
You let em gas you then it's done done
The dirt you do gon stick so know the damage can't be undone
I try to speak to the young ones
The way that Byrd and Bishop spoke to me
You gon do what you gotta do
Just know there's more that you can be
The block just a little drop of all the world that you could see
But from a cage or in a box there's nothin more you can achieve
Them niggas got it
I focused on my pockets and I breezed
Stuck w a rocket but learned to play my pocket like I'm breeze
See it's a process and I stuck through that process with my team
No doubt about it we gon eat just keep solid and it's peace
I made a promise word to me that if I go then we all go
Otherwise it's right back to the block pack in the cargos
Nobody wanna be Bodie everyone think they Marlo
It's all show come whylin get ya heart broke
I don't know who's coming with me
All I know is that I'm going
I can't tell you how to get it
All I know is how to show it
Struck out rollin the wrong lane
Put practice in my bowlin
Got it straight up out the gutter
All I know is to keep rollin
As a youngin on that bullshit
The violence we provoked it
Didn't listen to OGs when they handed out them tokens
Learned them lessons with a hard head
Loadin up this cartridge
Got the drop and now we parked up playin parts up on they park bench
Top floor, popping champagne we at the Ritz
Watching out for shit that only exist when you rich
Looking out for niggas that's living off my expense
I helped a couple niggas get lit and ain't seen em since
A lot of niggas what it takes but they don't commit
They rather dream about it then find a way to get rich
See failure comes with risk
So that's why I'm convinced
That you'll never win, trying to play both sides of the fence
I'm smokin this Cali good
Trynna help these overrated niggas get it understood
I come from the trenches where them boys roll you in a wood
And rap bout it for a look
Some niggas feel like going to jails the only way out the hood
I'm hurt but I'm laughin though
You niggas counted me out and activated my savage mode
I don't do no cappin bro
I seen niggas die for shit i can't even explain
Ok let me explain how me and you are not the same
Don't tell me shit
Just hold me down
Down hold me back
I lost too many of my dawgs I can't get back
These streets ain't for me
F*ck fame niggas killin to get glory
These streets ain't for me
F*ck fame niggas killin to get glory
I can't tell you how to get it all I know is how to show it
Got it straight up out the gutter all I know is to keep rollin
Didn't listen to then OGs when they handed out them tokens
Learned them lessons with a hard head
And now we parked up playin parts up on they park bench