Go Hard

Yo, uh. Guilty Simpson. Peace to Marski, you know? Yo, yeah. I'm fundamentally sound rhymes. One of the best out pound for pound. My crown is heavy, but I still hold weight. And my deal won't break like a levee. Who will check me? You get crickets. Everybody wanna win the lottery, but who will pay The ticket? It cost an arm and a leg. They promised them bread, but in the end they Got karma instead. Incline to spit a raw rhyme. I engrave my signature punch across jaw lines. Get your autograph. I see a joke, so we Ought to laugh. But instead we on a war Path. Liquor shots in my flask. It all could be gone in a flash. That's why I go hard for my math. A million mile dash, tryna outrun my past. Guilty. Yo, Going Hard 'til I finish it. Bar after bar on guard, caught in imprisonment. With these lyrics I'm serving you citizens, I'm Relentless. Innocent 'til I'm proven guilty, Son of a misfit. Hitting homers with Simpson, So the city we visit. Flow is infinite, old man Logan to an infant. Hoping to all you dojos, go a minute, I'm Pinching. Run up on you with red October's, Hoping to kick it. Fresh off COVID, I'm sickening, Yuh. I'm sipping Modelo and gaining water weight. About to go to Arby's, hoping they get my Order straight. Let me get a beef and cheddar. Order, what's your drink? Oh, how's your water Taste? Maybe a Jamoca shake. Maybe you should know about your order instead of Just-Huh? a thought of making others wait. Drive around please. Hold up, what you say? Knew I shoulda DoorDashed 'cause Lord have slain. Marski, I'm dropping my coordinates, we about to go Hard.