Goin’ Hard Lil' Keke (Ft. Maxo Kream & Paul Wall)

[Intro: Lil' Keke]
You know we came from nothin' (Yes)
But we a long way from the bottom now (Yung Bala on the beat) (Haha)
It can't rain forever
Say

[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
I'm sick of these niggas—let's get it on
Yeah, I came for the money; I got it and now, I'm gone (Gone)
Childish-ass niggas; I'm grown, let alone goin' hard
Bitch, I'm still in the zone—they got me wrong (Yeah)
Hater, ya bitch on my line; I catch her later
I'm a monster when it come to the paper, and you a faker
Smokin' on some purple and gold, look like a Laker
And I told you niggas, play on the sidewalk whеre it's safer (Nigga)
Suckers gеt mad when you keepin' it right
But I'm movin' through the crowd like a thief in the night
Niggas playin'—"Get off my dick" is what I'm sayin'
I'm too busy out here purchasin' land, and you a fan
Addicted to the money, I arrange these plays
It's too late for me to change my ways, nigga
I said addicted to the money, I arrange these plays
It's too late for me to change my ways—check me out!

[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
He got chains on his neck, (Neck) diamonds in his mouth (Mouth)
He was born here in Texas, homie, raised in the South (South)
Trap full of fiends, (Fiends) slabs in the yard (Yard)
Got a pocket full of money and he's still goin' hard (Woo)
He got chains on his neck, (Neck) diamonds in his mouth (Mouth)
He was born here in Texas, homie, raised in the South (Say)
Trap full of fiends, (Fiends) slabs in the yard (Yard)
Got a pocket full of money and he's still goin' hard (Hard)