Hard Liquor lyrics

Intro]
Cam I see you
Take this ride with me
Put your seatbelt on, ya know, relax

[Chorus]
I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line
I got all the cosigns, right after I f*cked up my life back in 09
My lawyer said no time
Trying to get back to New York I was so blind
My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine
I really been broke slime
Walked out my building I really seen dope lines
We ain't got no time, to waste
We gone keep forming like Voltron
Plug used to panic from coast guards
I couldn't come up with no rhymеs
Cam on the beat then it's show timе
Hard liquor this ain't no wine

[Verse 1]
Listen I been on my own time
Riding doly with a 45
n*ggas believin' their own lies
We cooked in the morning like home fries
Woman asked me how I know Nas
I was a junior in 05
Cult following like I'm Charles mason
They call him handsome when he float by
Understand I had some broke times
Nothing was funny no joke times
Raised around n*ggas that tote nines
That would die for their hood They ain't low ride
Nothing was funny, no joke times
Raised around youngins that tote nines
That would die for their hood They ain't low ride
Take a ride thru my hood I seen souls fly
[Chorus]
I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line
I got all the cosigns right after I f*cked up my life back in 09
My lawyer said no time
Trying to get back to New York I was so blind
My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine
I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line
I got all the cosigns, right after I f*cked up my life back in 09
My lawyer said no time
Trying to get back to New York I was so blind
My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine

[Verse 2]
Look I had a slow grind
Honestly that sh*t was better than no grind
I was dead early f*ck on time
Homies died had my soul crying
I had a slow grind
Honestly that sh*t was better than no grind
Stuck in my own mind
Thoughts of me killing my own kind

[Verse 3]
Never could I catch my bro lying
Money ain't right then I won't sign
Walk with a stick like I'm going blind
Hundreds to get on my own time
I might just put out a clothesline
Hit any island it's both fine
I got two b*tches and they both fine
And I can share em they don't mind
Hard to compare to my old life
I been that n*gga this own time
Time to get rich or we gone shine
Shooter forever my loc flying
Hard to compare to my old life
I been that n*gga this own time
Time to get rich or we gone shine
Shooter forever my loc flying, my loc flying
[Chorus]
I've been on my own time still trying to quarterback without no O-line
I got all the cosigns, right after I f*cked up my life back in 09
My lawyer said no time
Trying to get back to New York I was so blind
My neighbor did coke lines her body fell off and she used to be so fine
I really been broke slime
Walked out my building I really seen dope lines
We ain't got no time, to waste
We gone keep forming like Voltron
Plug used to panic from coast guards
I couldn't come up with no rhymes
Cam on the beat then it's show time
Hard liquor this ain't no wine

[Outro]
Hard liquor, Hard liquor, Hard liquor, Hard liquor
This ain't that wine n*gga
Cognac, sh*t burn ya chest when ya you know