song 9/100 | hard for me - p.j.hoek
for when you need something to think about.
prod. yung dan

hard for me

Verse 1:
Harder to find So I’m dressed in all whites
, now I’m gliding through places, 
last snowstorm didn’t build me no faces so I moved on!

Only pick the phone is whenever I’m calling my fam! Only table that I eat from, 
no white lines on loose paintin’, the hands being shaky I’ve worked on my loose form
Bring-em-lil closer they part of the reform 
First guess? Wrong answer! 
That’s part of the brainstorm
Show your findings on these reassessment banners!
I might smack ya hand, turn tables no drama 
Only commas when I figure out how to change the nairas that have got 
Let the smoke clear never bring the reggies when it’s hot! 

I can not fake the vibes no moreee
I’m way past that
Show this niggas how we lock heads 
And don’t tap out
Really!
Dawn of eclipse, we don’t click! 
Calabas ain’t the move, I’m sorry I’m not rich! 

Yeahhhhh


Alright 

Diabolical thoughts I put my pen to good use 
Writing autobiography of myself as excuse
To annihilate the feelings of pretends 
But the code names give me cold feet’s 
So I demand if it’s futsal then it’s no cleats.
So I condemn
Hot sand got my brain freeze man the irony! 
If ur tongue in cheeks nigga I’d smack the taste out for clarity!
Behind my back talking like you throwing the bouquet 
Man you silly ass niggas cannot fathom the melody 
(It’s exquisite)

Missy got the v- boots with her back open, leave her back broken if I stay too long 
Heavy wear the crown on my catalog 
In a stormy weather, man I keep things to myself, 
Man a peace of mind is my first craving for success 

Still Bussin 
Still a young nigga west side no reason 
20+ Harry Kane Every season 

Switch up new lanes cause… more appreciation 
Now put the medals on my neck say congratulations 

Chorus:

You best keep runnin', they tried to hold me back
But I just keep comin' (Yeah), niggas on the Act'
And they just beef runnin' (Push), hit you in them tracks
But it all means nothin' (Yeugh), nothin', nothin'

Clyne - No Explanation Freestyle

I'm so good at holding liquor
I should probably stop drinking
And that blunt never hits different
Always got me just thinking
Asked for hoes on my last Christmas list
And Santa gave Demons
Ran out of coal to put in my stocking
So he say we even

Life's a trip, I'm sick of shit
And always tired of needing mo
Could never kill myself
Cause that would be selfish to all my hoes
She said "Daddy, I wanna suck your dick"
I said "damn bitch, yea I know"
And I'm gods darkest angel
But he gon bless my ass some more
No more chronic
We got cookies
Obama Runtz
And that Zaza
Take one hit she hear me talking
Now she, calling me Papa
And I spit it how I walk it
So I walk with a cha-cha
Catch me sucking on her titty
Baby need me my baba
Waving bye while we be shooting
Tell my opps I said "Ta-ta"
Tuck my shirt into my pants
And now I'm talking so proper
Bitch this the opera
La di, da di
Steal the drugs from the party
Can't do Bacardi
Pop an ollie
Remember snorting the smarties

Life's a trip, I'm sick of shit
And always tired of needing mo
Could never kill myself
Cause that would be selfish to all my hoes
She said "Daddy, I wanna suck your dick"
I said "damn bitch, yea I know"
And I'm gods darkest angel
But he gon bless my ass some more
No more chronic
We got cookies
Obama Runtz
And that Zaza
Take one hit she hear me talking
Now she calling me Papa
And I spit it how I walk it
So I walk with a cha-cha
Catch me sucking on her titty
Baby need me my baba
Waving bye while we be shooting
Tell my opps I said "Ta-ta"
Tuck my shirt into my pants
And now I'm talking so proper
Bitch this the opera
La di, da di
Steal the drugs from the party
Can't do Bacardi
Pop an ollie

It's getting harder nowadays
A million ways
The love has gone away
And a response from god
As many times
As a relation-stayed
I think I'm done with love
It's in the way
How often do you pray
The nicest but too nice
Is what they say

And if my back is where that knife is
I' ma keep it there in case
I got to pull it out my spine
And Buck50 to your face
Who's playing safe
I'm getting older
I see, creases in my face
Just playing
Black don't crack
And yea I know that shit I'm saying
I'm tiered laying on my back
And staring up
The roof is vacant
I got 3 stars on my arm
Plus I'm a star, and star adjacent
But my relationship with karma
Got me obsessed with my placement
And my relationship with karma
Got me FUCKING WITH NO BASIC BITCH I...

That shit kind of dangerous
And I only got that dope
Only got that dope
Only got that dope

Life's a trip, I'm sick of shit
And always tired of needing mo
Could never kill myself
Cause that would be selfish to all my hoes
She said "Daddy, I wanna suck your dick"
I said "damn bitch, yea I know"
And I'm gods darkest angel
But he gon bless my ass some more

☦ Wish You Cared More ★

Demons

☦☦☦☦

*Demons* (Prod. LethalNeedle)

Dressed in Black (May 5th) 
Originator of the #sorrowtrap genre... <3

☆☆☆☆☆☆

As the freshest nigga here
I declare
No need for fear
No need for war
I' ma leave ya little
Choosy bitch right there

☆☆☆☆☆☆

I feign for more
I seen the lord
He's in my eyes
Dare you to try
Scary tonight
The fairies they lied
I'm married to pride
And eerie inside

I closed my heart
& held my eyes
Chopped off my ears
I can't hear lies
Had a dream I died last night
Woke up and lived my fucking life
Could of had a kid
But shit it died
I'm getting big
Still scared of heights
Shouts to Big
Wish I was there
I would've stopped 
That shit that night
& I'm always down to fight
Said what's the move
Said bitch it's Ripe
Suck my dick
& fly a kite
I got a bitch
& it's my knife
Her name is Helen
I named her Helen

4 whore's in a score
A cover band of Paramore
I adore, my dick still sore
Go overboard 
I'll kick ya door
I'll chop ya tree
For lemon seeds
Just for my tea
More heaven please
I'm on my knees
Sike bitch I bleed
I run a set
Of only me
Bitch I'm Upset
I'm just the D
Niggas stepped 
& Fell with ease
& You respect
Now add OG

I swear I'll always bang for me
I swear I only came with heat
You get bitch slapped
If you repeat
That's on the rats 
Around my feet
& on the facts I spit on beats

4 whore's in a score
A cover band of Para more
I adore, my dick still sore
Go overboard 
I'll kick ya door
I'll chop ya tree
For lemon seeds
Just for my tea
More heaven please
I'm on my knees
Sike bitch I bleed
I run a set
Of only me
Bitch I'm Upset
I'm just the D
Niggas stepped 
& Fell with ease
& You respect
Now add OG

☆☆ Hellen Keller-Lyle ☆☆ (Prod. by BassoBeatz)

How to write how to cook 
Questions lingering/thoughts loitering/ 
Shit im questioning/ the reason of my existence and/ meditation been helping in/
That part/ its hard/but what isn't/just gotta play the part and risen/ from the ashes/ 
Phoenix future past/ present time aint fixed/ 
So does memories get mixed/ from a boy to a man child that im/ development need patience so please understand/judgemental ass hoe y'all fucking damned/boundaries and perspective there is a different/gold diggers everywhere is coherent/that worlds slowly turning/ logically speaking/ into a an abyss/its the truth and im sorry if you get dissed/and offended i say what i say bitch Said what i said 
My Heads on the dread 
I cannot forget 
The time i can't get out my bed 
Was insane down to pain 
That i experience after the strain that i smoke
After still got hope 
The dope i lay it down 
In the end 
I just wanna be a better man 
Achieveing goals and making plans 
And drinkin beers with my friends 
Came through all this  
Since i got the psychosis 
Couldnt stop for nothing 
Gotta grind for all this 
The roots that i missed 
Working the shift 
To get to the list 
Of status and such 
Get a couple bucks 
Spending on cigarettes bud 
Brain fried on the mud 
But i still got my gut yeah 

 






hard for me

p.j.hoek

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