The Hardest (Nitta Remix) ft. Kriel & Nitta Lyrics

We do it the hardest, we're going the farthest All these odds against us, we did it regardless

Gotta be sippin' cause otherwise you wouldn't see what we started

And yeah, I do love the liquor but I'm not gon' drown it in honest

Boys and me strapped, so we ready and you can get clapped

Sayin' we wack, playin' this, you should just play it right back

Cause we do not lack, ownin' the track, gon' blow like a gasket

My goal won't get halved if you got a crack Somethin' stupid bout the verse that we passed

I ain't got time to hear it, I'm shinin' near to the God as he basks

You will not last, we're bringin' the gas You're not in my class, feelin' way too pumped up just to let you get past Was readin' at a 9th grade, level in the 2nd grade

Look, you could even levitate, but you know you ain't ever gonna catch a thing

So you better just quit the game

Tryin' to be a renegade, till I finally hit the fame

You can't even stop me in the freezin' rain Watch me while I do my thing, I'ma fuckin make a name,

I can go long time and keep it in fact

I'm keepin' it on time and lovin' this crap Boys and me strapped, you ain't got jack

I will not cap, yeah, yeah If I'm rhymin' I'm tellin' the truth, I tell it to you

No reason to lie and no reason to prove

Just look in my eye, you can see how we do

We do it the hardest, we're goin' the farthest

All these odds against us, we did it regardless

I do it the hardest, I'm goin' the farthest

All odds against me, I did it regardless I'm highly regarded, stay true with the times

I hop in the booth with divine Had to come through and do up a rhyme

The shit that we spit is gon' ruin your mind I'm battlin' my demons like two at a time

These dudes, they thought I was blind The way I come through with a stick

Socially distanced, you know that I'm sick Boy, don't front on me, you are not slick

We rollin' up quick, pull up with blicks You know that I'm lit, you could get hit

Popped right in the head, I'm gettin' the bread No PB and jam, I'm countin' up bands

They right in my hands, you know who I am

I'm on the lam with so many grams

And so many grands, they callin' me grandpa Throwin' up bands, that shit is bonanza

Strapped with a hammer, keepin' your hands up Splittin' your wig, got you a banana yeah yeah yeah

I'm smokin' on packs, I'm chuggin' on yak I'm chasin' a bag, I'm countin' up stacks

I'm ruckin' a sack, I'm fuckin' up bags I'm tuckin' a strap, I'm hangin' up plaques

I'm gettin' these calls from people that need me to come through to pick up the slack

I get on the track, lay down the raps, and then it's a wrap yeah

We do it the hardest, we're goin' the farthest All these odds against us, we did it regardless

Gotta be sippin' cause otherwise you wouldn't see what we started

And yeah, I do love the liquor, but I'm not gon' drown in it, honest