Hard to Kill

From the round the way
Same spot Malcom was layed up in
Think we crossed paths, his way out, my way on in
Little big heavyweight
Doubt me now, we ain’t playing
Told me, «don't let these cowards stay out», Hah
While ya records waste emotion, man of the people
I get the public to open, Fuck you mean the tough going
Bitch i’m Billy ocean, floating in the rain and shit
Snitch rappers get airplay in arraignments
I’m in ya town the value down on luxury tenements
I’m on my «get em» shit
Shake the fake, get cake and take baby to Vetements
Barrel a crustacean, fuck a crab leg
Head in ya ass head, ya’ll on ya last leg
I’m blasting sound, records flip the top around
From the underground to topping now
This HTK, no stopping now
We’re on the move
Hard work to crazy views, life on the moon
Woop Woop, the block is hot
Shorty cleared my writers block
From now at all my shows, make sure my fucking rider stocked
Hard to kill be on my arm for years
Drink a beer, track my tears
I make ya heart stop
Now you can take ya shot, bitch
I’m not black, i’m O’shae
Thought they was bringing back some old days
I’m bringing back the oldies, Kush and the Oj’s
Sprinkle all my muhfucking eats with all that old bay
For everyday i’d be gone off that Frayser Boy for four days
Copied moves, I’m feeling like I’m everybody daddy
Prollie stalk to me the dealership
The day i buy a fucking caddie
They wanna do everything i do
And i don’t need niggas to @ me
From to the beast coast to cali
Recorded this project in the valley
Escalade and old deville, shouts the homie Charlie Scoville
This is who I am and I ain’t even asking will
Man, i’m spliff blowing
Switch back smith flowing and still going
Shoutout to Brian Wenning, hard to kill motherfucker