Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go
 home! | Go hard or go home!

 Ok, Around the way, they say that boy cold with the written [bad word] |
 So cold man his tongue froze spittin’ it | Everybody wanna know
 “is he getting’ it?” | But the only way he know is to live this
 [bad word] | Years ago really, who would’ve dreamt of it? | Overseas
 doing shows really killin’ it | Young boy dreaming about the car
 dealership | bunch of hoes that want life-long memberships |
 This is the realest [bad word]  you gotta feel this [bad word] | Been blessed
 all because of the penmanship | Get dressed, do beats with
 due diligence | Can’t rest until the whole world hear ‘em spit |
 You can hear he put blood, sweat, and tears in this | So every
 year you hear ‘em, is the year of Print | It sound mean, but dog
 I don’t wanna hear ya [bad word] | My minds a machine, sometimes
 you can hear it click | Who got the biggest click? I could give
 a [bad word] | I roll so heavy solo you can probably feel my steps | I
 test mics but the rhyme’s no experiment | It’s proven through
 trial and error plus experience | Rappers in they bag looking for
 the biggest trick | But even in the smallest things he can hear
 a hit | Isolate the main part where the spirit is | Then magnify
 it in size until it’s a hit | I put things in places where they
 shouldn’t fit | I put drinks in my body that you shouldn’t mix |
 I ride a mountain bike [bad word] through a slew of chicks | It’s
 no [bad word] question if I really do this [bad word] | [bad word]  I live where
 the yen and yang intersect | My perfect day is to make a beat
 then have  | Then laugh with the fellas and a can of Pabst |
 Kissin’ the sky like my man Jimi Hendrix did | [bad word] what you’re
 interest is, and what got you into this | The rhyme is the only
 thing that matter to a lyricist | There’s no way that I can keep
 going in like this | Because the good die young like Dilla did |
 My progression never ends, so I can never rest | Every rhyme is
 like climbing Mount Everest | Every beat is [bad word] up stair
 steps | Except I don’t celebrate when I reach the crest | My
 entire mind-state is to be the best | Not the hot new trend that
 you think is fresh | I don’t care which path is the friendliest |
 I’mma take the one that got no trace of human steps | I’mma
 tear rap down then rebuild the [bad word] | With total disregard to if
 the pieces even fit | Reintroduce it to you with an unfamiliar
 twist | Make it feel new to you like [bad word] a different [bad word]