Hard Earned lyrics

[Intro: Philthy Rich]
(Wood on the beat)
I miss all them n*ggas, I miss all them n*ggas
f*ck you, your dead homies, b*tch, all them n*ggas
Ayy, it's Philthy, n*gga
Uh-huh, look

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Screamin' f*ck 12, Maine took twelve
Caught my first case at twelve, but I wouldn't tell
b*tch, I jumped off the porch as a young n*gga
Used to slide on the opps just for fun, n*gga
Yeah, I really sold crack in my neighborhood
I ain't proud of it, but a product of my hood
Fake n*ggas gon' believe fake sh*t
Ain't a n*gga on this earth ever take sh*t
All my n*ggas locked up, I miss all them n*ggas
f*ck you and your dead homies, b*tch, all them n*ggas
I'm a money man, but still'll get you jacked, boy
Sneak dissin' in them songs'll get you whacked, boy

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I can't make mistakes because that sh*t might cost me
I just pulled up in that Rover, this sh*t here costly
I need M's because I gotta feed my offspring
I got streams and I got Percs and I got watches
I can't f*ck with none of these haters, these n*ggas toxic
I been vacuum sealing loud and stuffing boxes
She gon' bust it for a real one, she gon' drop it
I can't let my check decrease, I gotta prosper
We can't let these n*ggas survive, we gotta conquer
My BM told me that she only f*ck with bosses
All I'm thinkin' in my head is I gotta go harder
All these stones around my neck, these b*tches hard-earned
[Chorus: Jackboy]
All these stones around my neck, these b*tches hard-earned
Never been a fold, Lil Jack was taught to stand firm
Still totin' sticks we hit from the licks I got from Melbourne
Shots to the chest, tryna give a n*gga heartburn
Shots to the chest, tryna leave a n*gga woozy (Leave him woozy, b*tch)
Shots to the chest, tryna ride down a foreign (On a foreign, b*tch)
They tryna shut us up, ayy (Tryna lose me, b*tch)
We hoppin' out, poppin' out with wooly (With the wooly, b*tch)

[Verse 3: TEC]
Got a .223 in a two seat (Booyah)
Put a n*gga to sleep 'fore they snooze me ('Fore they snooze me)
Chopper give 'em wings for that blue cheese (Blue cheese)
And a n*gga weak on a Tuesday (b*tch, come here)
All we know is slide, I created a hockey team (Hockey team)
Whenever we collide, open fire, let that chopper sing (Chopper sing)
Badda-boom, badda-bing, reality is not a dream
He a casualty, I'll empty your whole salary, give me everything
My b*tch tryna spin like a ballerina (Ballerina)
Street sweeper clean up, bloody the whole scene up (Grrah, bah)
Close the witness eyes, they never say they seen us (Nah)
Married to the game, but I got a pre-nup

[Verse 4: GT]
Ayy, I'm up at five in the morning and I'm whippin' yams up (Yeah, whippin' yams up)
Philthy just pulled up (Skrrt), all white Lam' truck
I like my money face the same way, rubber band up (Rubber band up)
I don't f*ck with new n*ggas, that'll get you jammed up (For real)
Spent a dub on my chain, it shine when the lights out (Racks)
Ten racks'll have them killers at your crib right now (Bah, bah-bah)
You ain't really 'bout all that sh*t you talkin', pipe down
Drunk an eight yesterday, I'm tryna put the pint down (For real)
Made me a play, I'm 'bout to go get fresh as f*ck
Gucci to my socks and threw on the white buffs (For real)
Two hundred racks was the mission, now I'm tryna get a ticket (Ayy)
Lot of n*ggas just be cappin' to you, but we really get it, n*gga
[Chorus: Jackboy]
All these stones around my neck, these b*tches hard-earned
Never been a fold, Lil Jack was taught to stand firm
Still totin' sticks we hit from the licks I got from Melbourne
Shots to the chest, tryna give a n*gga heartburn
Shots to the chest, tryna leave a n*gga woozy (Leave him woozy, b*tch)
Shots to the chest, tryna ride down a foreign (On a foreign, b*tch)
They tryna shut us up, ayy (Tryna lose me, b*tch)
We hoppin' out, poppin' out with wooly (With the wooly, b*tch)