Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dejaun Lamonth
Songwriter
Jacorey Hunte
Songwriter
Keshaun Rowe
Songwriter
Lyrics
When I wake up
Gotta get it
You send a blitz, we send a message
I ain't even trynna play around no more
Four pockets full, up in my denim
Young nigga, was starving
Know how to get it
Go get it
Go get it, the Hardaway
My wrist get to shining
When they get to hating
You wake up, you thinking it's broad day
When I wake up
Gotta get it
You send a blitz, we send a message
I ain't even trynna play around no more
Four pockets full, up in my denim
Young nigga, was starving
Know how to get it
Go get it
Go get it, the Hardaway
My wrist get to shining
When they get to hating
You wake up, you thinking it's broad day
Cant strike no fear in me
Hope that you hearing me
I'm off that juice
Smoking gas, watching maple leafs
He caught a upper cut
K'D gon f*** you up
Shout Out your B****, cause I seen that her tummy tuck.
Dreams of a mansion, bad bitch like Joe Hanson
Got some new wheels
I burn out, and test traction
He want a fourtune, like I made the faction
Bros gotta eat, so I pass out in fractions
Got left on the 7, I thought I was capping
The stu, I've been working
I could of been trapping
This beat like karate, the base really kicking
Your shordy want me, and seen that you tripping
Her P**** I'm drilling, her face get a filling
These niggas need sensu's
Cause who is the Krillen
Get wrapped like a condom
I come from the bottom
These niggas be falling, like leaves and it autumn
When I wake up
Gotta get it
You send a blitz, we send a message
I ain't even trynna play around no more
Four pockets full, up in my denim
Young nigga, was starving
Know how to get it
Go get it
Go get it, the Hardaway
My wrist get to shining
When they get to hating
You wake up, you thinking it's broad day
When I wake up
Gotta get it
You send a blitz, we send a message
I ain't even trynna play around no more
Four pockets full, up in my denim
Young nigga, was starving
Know how to get it
Go get it
Go get it, the Hardaway
My wrist get to shining
When they get to hating
You wake up, you thinking it's broad day
I'm catching vibes from people
These niggas is lethal
We had to get it the hard way
I'm catching eyes from ppl
These bitches are see threw
They coming straight outta bat caves
Don't come around we ain't tryna play
I was stuck up in the hood tryna make a play
It was me and bro tryna make a way
No money on da table was a shitty day
Running it up was the hard way
I know some niggas trapping all day
Running from the law tryna stay away
Avoiding them sirens while these niggas hiding
I seen them bullets, while them niggas dying
I'm so full a pain, leaving mommas crying
Stuck in the booth you see that I'm trying
If we snatch ya chain
They sum pretty diamonds
I showed you the way
I showed you the timing
Made hits in the booth
Showed you that I'm grinding
Bitches they love me
They see that I'm Shining
Momma she love it
She hear her son rhyming
Stuck up in my ways
Made her say name
Now she saying grace
Man I paint her face
Just give me my space
And stay out the way
My demons they coming
They coming from nothing
I'm Rollin with 60's
Like I'm Nipsey cousin
When I wake up
Gotta get it
You send a blitz, we send a message
I ain't even trynna play around no more
Four pockets full, up in my denim
Young nigga, was starving
Know how to get it
Go get it
Go get it, the Hardaway
My wrist get to shining
When they get to hating
You wake up, you thinking it's broad day
Writer(s): Dejaun Lamonth
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