Released on December 6, 2019

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[Intro]

This is a Jay Johnson production


[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]

Ayy, fuck that shit, I know they jealous

Thought I was gon' be broke forever, huh

Gotta tote the weapon, yeah

Giant on my side, Odell Beckham, nigga

Tell me how I'm 'posed to manage

When most of my bros in heaven, yeah

Your bitch, that's my ho forever, ayy

She put me first but know she second, yeah

Sad to say everybody ain't real as they claim

They prayed on my downfall when they was asked to pray, yeah

All that sneak dissing 'til I activate

You gon' see that Draco clap like a Raptors game

Roll on me, this the same outfit from yesterday

Try to jack me and I'm busting, call that masturbate

Word around, they say I don't act the same

These the same motherfuckers said I had to change


[Chorus: Cash Kidd]

I had to go hard or go home

Everybody around me been waiting on this moment for so long

Looked my mama in her eyes, told her we ain't never going broke no more

Man, these streets a motherfucker, turn a nigga like me heart so cold, yeah

Shit's so bold

Ayy, did a nigga baby mama so wrong

In the club with a thirty ball on me, talking crazy with the pole on, yeah

I can't even go to sleep, I'm anxious

Gotta run it up now, fuck waiting

Love don't live here, heart vacant

Shit's so cold, yeah

Shit's so bold, yeah


[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]

Who the fuck is dawg?

All these new niggas, fuck is y'all?

Just keep saying you ain't fucking raw

I just want the neck, don't wanna fuck at all, bitch, yeah

Switched it up 'cause all these niggas biting

They was calling me the G.O.A.T. and I wasn't even trying

Give you face shots like you 'bout to get a license

Brodie playing with that soft like he pillow fighting


[?]

God's plan, the team special like we field goaling

Fuck a curfew, at anytime the Kidd'll go in

Man, niggas all cap like these bitches so in

Yeah, fuck these niggas got against us

Last nigga talking spicy got his bitch fucked

Then sent him a DM getting my dick sucked

I was hitting it from the back, throwing six up

In the camera pushing the white sticks up, fooling

Might hit her one more time 'cause the head fire

Fuck her in the front seat, finna back shot her

Make a bitch talk to the wheel like [?]

Yeah niggas don't want smoke, they wanna rap cypher

Know I keep the ratchet with me like I'm Quagmire

Thirty hanging off that rod like a spare tire

Everybody 'round us got sticks like a campfire, nigga, yeah, ayy


[Chorus: Cash Kidd]

Everybody around me been waiting on this moment for so long

Looked my mama in her eyes, told her we ain't never going broke, ha, yeah, ayy

Man, these streets a motherfucker, turn a nigga like me heart so cold, ayy, ayy

Shit's so bold

Ayy, did a nigga baby mama so wrong

In the club with a thirty ball on me, talking crazy with the pole on

I can't even go to sleep, I'm anxious

Gotta run it up now, fuck waiting

Love don't live here, heart vacant

Shit's so cold, yeah

Shit's so bold, yeah


[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]

Everybody solid 'til they break

My boy gon' shoot that Glock until it break

Everybody got they day, you play with me and yours gon' be today

I'm a daddy now, ain't talking kids, I got that baby Drac'

I get more love from out of town than my birth place

And I been turning this bitch up ever since my first day

Like Cash Kidd, I cracked her on the floor just like a earthquake

Street niggas try to see them mills like when the Spurs play

I followed my heart, ended up next to the money

Bitch, I grew up in the trap, I slept right next to them junkies

They talk about me in Forbs, my name next to the riches

Your name next to a statement, you talking bitches your business

Had to go hard or go home

Hundred round chopper, man, that bitch gon' shoot for so long

We ain't starving no more

Hundred on my wrist, bitch, I used to wanna take [?]


[Chorus: Cash Kidd]

Had to go hard or go home

Everybody around me been waiting on this moment for so long

Looked my mama in her eyes, told her we ain't never going broke no more

Man, these streets a motherfucker, turn a nigga like me heart so cold, yeah

Shit's so bold

Ayy, did a nigga baby mama so wrong

In the club with a thirty ball on me, talking crazy with the pole on, yeah

I can't even go to sleep, I'm anxious

Gotta run it up now, fuck waiting

Love don't live here, heart vacant

Shit's so cold, yeah

Shit's so bold, yeah