One Thing Left by Hardy Legnd Lyrics
Verse 1:
Imagine, debating saying something real
Cause most the fish in the school want movies and flakey feels
Or, tryina bait these bills just to stuff em in your gills
Slide these bars on these hooks but choppy waves keep you ill
(I know)
I-K-N-O-W I can relate
And relay that recognition spelling out cognitive displays
On this play, I hope I earn it, I hope you replay
I hope one of you reach out on some pal shit with some pay
(Aye)
Dollar sign Hardy B. Legndary, you know the app
Won’t be another liar claiming I do this for claps
You’ll fuck around and catch a itch you need a shot to scratch
Start over and over but you never quite reach back
Too many E’s for effort you OD Eff it
New me won’t be Effin’ up the highs like the old me ever
Over those times I was comatose, God is so clever
Woke up realized I was born sick and it made me better
Hook:
I might be a step slow
Hell I might not even blow
But if I don’t show I’ll never know
Only one thing left to do
Go
Verse 2:
Where I’m from they grip the sticks and make you churn butter
Spread you like a slab then bounce, burn rubber
Watch where you tread for bread cause chasing dough ya own brother’ll
Bake ya muffin top over that cake then watch your mother
Crying
It’s fucked up
Been awhile since Nip and Kobe left us it still sucks
Mapping Mamba Mentality marathons run amok
It’s trying like tryina re-sign Giannis keep it a buck
Or has it been half assed
Go a hour on this beat and not start till half past
Steady hitting the gas so time rolls half as fast
Debating playing my role as cast fore’ the flags half mast
In my memory
(tsk heh)
That’s if ya’ll don’t forget to remember me
Fuck that, time to flip these phonics unforgettably
Laser lyrics on cuts’ll be the key to my legacy
Imagine, debating saying something real
Cause most the fish in the school want movies and flakey feels
Or, tryina bait these bills just to stuff em in your gills
Slide these bars on these hooks but choppy waves keep you ill
(I know)
I-K-N-O-W I can relate
And relay that recognition spelling out cognitive displays
On this play, I hope I earn it, I hope you replay
I hope one of you reach out on some pal shit with some pay
(Aye)
Dollar sign Hardy B. Legndary, you know the app
Won’t be another liar claiming I do this for claps
You’ll fuck around and catch a itch you need a shot to scratch
Start over and over but you never quite reach back
Too many E’s for effort you OD Eff it
New me won’t be Effin’ up the highs like the old me ever
Over those times I was comatose, God is so clever
Woke up realized I was born sick and it made me better
Hook:
I might be a step slow
Hell I might not even blow
But if I don’t show I’ll never know
Only one thing left to do
Go
Verse 2:
Where I’m from they grip the sticks and make you churn butter
Spread you like a slab then bounce, burn rubber
Watch where you tread for bread cause chasing dough ya own brother’ll
Bake ya muffin top over that cake then watch your mother
Crying
It’s fucked up
Been awhile since Nip and Kobe left us it still sucks
Mapping Mamba Mentality marathons run amok
It’s trying like tryina re-sign Giannis keep it a buck
Or has it been half assed
Go a hour on this beat and not start till half past
Steady hitting the gas so time rolls half as fast
Debating playing my role as cast fore’ the flags half mast
In my memory
(tsk heh)
That’s if ya’ll don’t forget to remember me
Fuck that, time to flip these phonics unforgettably
Laser lyrics on cuts’ll be the key to my legacy