Hard
[Verse 1]
I make real music, some of y’all just rap
Pen to the paper, I’m scripting out my artifacts
Nigga I’m a testament, new and the old
When I breathe on the track I make your body turn cold
Like Christ just stepped in the building, the holy ghost
Turning every word to a feeling
Your mind, body, and soul I’m stealing
The devil, I’m giving him nothing
I reach down and turn off this oven
I’m here to survive, I’m here to live life
Only got one chance so I must make it right
All day all night, got money in sight
Take two steps closer, you could really end your life
No matter what just one umpire yell strike
I’m looking for a big piece, not just a slice
Niggas hit the nerve, better yet, think twice
‘Fore you feel the impact of my strike