Reace Sosa – Hard Knocks
Genre Florida Rap, Rap

LYRIC
Hard Knocks

Feat. SCY Jimm

IntroReace Sosa & SCY Jimm

Dime [Hoo], dime [Hoo
Reace Sosa [? 0:08] [Hoo, hoo
Tryna fill my safe with knots
Ayy, big SCY shit, nigga
Cut the head off the snake, fuck nigga
Nigga already know how we comin', nigga

ChorusReace Sosa

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

Verse 1Reace Sosa

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'
Fuck 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

ChorusReace Sosa

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

Verse 2SCY Jimm

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 [Blitz the spot, blitz the spot
Last nigga tried to play, dumb-ass nigga had got shot [Gloww-gloww
'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' [On gang
They keep tellin' me to chill, but I can't get my mind off killin' [Fuck it, fuck 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-pew
You ain't never shot a nigga, how the fuck is you a spinner? [Ayy, how the fuck 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
He tried to snake, we knocked him off [Gloww-gloww
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' [? 2:00]

ChorusReace Sosa

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
Move right, them crackers hot

OutroReace Sosa

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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