Hard Liquor ft. Dave East Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Cam I see you
Take this ride with me
Put your seatbelt on, ya know, relax
I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line
I got all the cosigns, right after I fucked up my life back in 09
My lawyer said no time
Trying to get back to New York I was so blind
My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine
I really been broke slime
Walked out my building I really seen dope lines
We ain't got no time, to waist
We gone keep forming like Voltron
Plug used to panic from coast guards
I couldn't come up with no rhymes
Cam on the beat then it's show time
Hard liquor this ain't no wine
Listen I been on my own time
Riding doly with a 45
N****s believin' their own lies
We cooked in the morning like home fries
Woman asked me how I know Nas
I was a junior in 05
Cult following like I'm Charles mason
They call him handsome when he float by
Understand I had some broke times
Nothing was funny no joke times
Raised around n****s that tote nines
That would die for their hood They ain't low ride
Nothing was funny, no joke times
Raised around youngins that tote nines
That would die for their hood They ain't low ride
Take a ride thru my hood I seen souls fly
I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line
I got all the cosigns right after I fucked up my life back in 09
My lawyer said no time
Trying to get back to New York I was so blind
My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine
I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line
I got all the cosigns, right after I fucked up my life back in 09
My lawyer said no time
Trying to get back to New York I was so blind
My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine
Look I had a slow grind
Honestly that shit was better than no grind
I was dead early fuck on time
Homies died had my soul crying
I had a slow grind
Honestly that shit was better than no grind
Stuck in my own mind
Thoughts of me killing my own kind
Never could I catch my bro lying
Money ain't right then I won't sign
Walk with a stick like I'm going blind
Hundreds to get on my own time
I might just put out a clothesline
Hit any island it's both fine
I got two bitches and they both fine
And I can share em they don't mind
Hard to compare to my old life
I been that n***a this own time
Time to get rich or we gone shine
Shooter forever my loc flying
Hard to compare to my old life
I been that n***a this own time
Time to get rich or we gone shine
Shooter forever my loc flying, my loc flying
I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line
I got all the cosigns, right after I fucked up my life back in 09
My lawyer said no time
Trying to get back to New York I was so blind
My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine
I really been broke slime
Walked out my building I really seen dope lines
We ain't got no time, to waist
We gone keep forming like Voltron
Plug used to panic from coast guards
I couldn't come up with no rhymes
Cam on the beat then it's show time
Hard liquor this ain't no wine
Hard liquor, Hard liquor, Hard liquor, Hard liquor
This ain't that wine nigga
Cognac, Shit burn ya chest when ya you know