Chino Picasso - HARD TO BS Lyrics

Hurt me when I get to work, get up like a nerd, you gon' hit the dirt
Misunderstood, misunderstood, so I give it all my effort
We don't need to work here just to get those hoes
You will feel it from your head to your toes

But anyway, give you cash or fax, cause I'm all on gas
The extra level every time I leave, let's get to that new level
When I step in my temple, at least I can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect on to my mental level
Let me give you the bang, get it there while you can

Selling my assets, I'm so damn illegal that I need to be arrested
I believe you're the best, you may not think that because of the rest, this ain't no test
These are my guilty clothes, look at my hoes, work on jokes
Thank you for coming out here folks, think you gon' interest it in my clothes

Mama, don't worry, I am forever blessed
Psychosis, you passed the neurosis test
Faggots be frotting like gangsta when they be f*cking with their gay folks
But I got cousins overseas that come to me for bad jokes

Thank you for coming out here folks, think you gon' interest it in my clothes
Mama, don't worry, I am forever blessed
Psychosis, you passed the neurosis test
Faggots be frotting like gangsta when they be f*cking with their gay folks

But I got cousins overseas that come to me for bad clothes
They can make you mad with you, there's something wrong
Pay a whole semester and a motherf*cker's song
You can't get your fat head around this

And I, I, I, I don't have some bad bitches
So I gotta pull up with her shit just to get you
Put you to rest and go for the rest of the crew with the gay folks
But I got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

They can make you mad with you, there's something wrong
Pay a whole semester and a motherf*cker's song
You can't get your fat head around this
And I, I, I, I don't have some bad bitches

So I gotta pull up with her shit just to get you
Put you to rest and go for the rest of the crew
Like a bitch and like a sister like you tonight
You can call me wrong but that doesn't make you right

I'll keep partying with you with the whole crew
Now shorty this is what I'ma leave for you
And I let the babies think I'm crazy
Me and two young babies, they're lazy

Don't think you can dodge a fist, I'm everywhere
Get to work in a life of urge, people hate to do it
Yes, I deserve respect and so I give you all my effort
We don't need to work, we just need those hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes
And get to work on a newbie's page
And we're done and dead, you never ever change
Hip-hop's like diamonds, it's got out of hand

Trace that shit past the world, man
You hope to provoke some folks to respond to your folks
And yeah, the other day, I caught a bag of hoes
Put in the work, too much work, too much work

My shirt purple before I hit you in the toes
The dude who got the money on the name
Got the clothes, the mouth, focus, the mouth on the name
And since I can't go to college, so it's out of work

Get nothing done, cause if I hit it now
These feelings take a different route
Yeah, I never dreamed of a gift, he needs help
If you can't swipe, you're cuttin' niggas' hands

And I ain't talkin' too shady
Burp, burp, baby, baby
Your pills look crazy when it comes to spittin
If I ain't listenin' to you, ain't workable

I'll be just my ex in this thing
But if you hear it, you stop talkin
I was steamin' for the meals, I ain't talkin
Burp, burp, get mad if they cross my path

Lights will flash, cars will crash
Got me so bummed, I ain't got my teeth in
I don't know why you f*ck niggas, can't see
I'm fly, I walk, I talk, and I'm a walkie

Hit that bitch, check your cockies
And that's me for every fight
Without it, I can't live without your class
It's too mental, every time I'm in, I skip your lame level

When I step to my tempo, at least I can use my rhymes
Cause that's what's tippin' me off, so I'm on mental level
And it is not a fact, take that while you can
Some of my assets, I'm so damn unique

But then I need to be honest, I really am the best
Give me cash in fact, because I'm low on gas
It is too mental, every time I'm in, I skip your lame level
When I step to my tempo, at least I can use my rhymes

Cause that's what's tippin' me off, so I'm on mental level
And it is not a fact, take that while you can
Some of my assets, I'm so damn unique
But then I need to be honest, I really am the best

Give me cash in fact, because I'm low on gas
DVD's in my dirty clothes, look at my folks
Who watch out for things, coming out of your box
Take all that shit out of my clothes, you're my memory

I never been blessed, I cost you past
And we'll set that bitch, set her on fire
Set this f*cker with a gay f*ck
I'm never gonna give up, I'm a rockstar

Keep your back around this
I know now you're done with some bad bitches
It's a shame I gotta put up with her shit just to get you
Put you to rest, then go f*ck the rest of your crew

Like a bitch, I might exist, I might get you tonight
You can call me wrong, but that doesn't make you right
Hope you partake, bring you with the whole crew
Now shorty, this is what I'm finally need from you

And the ladies, they made me go crazy
Don't think you can hide your feelings, don't hurt me
When I get to work, give me the life to live
You gon' hate the dirt, but some disturbing

So I give it all my ex, but we don't even worth it
Just kick it down this hose, you feel it from your head to your toes
If you don't work on it, you need to be staged
You ain't done it, you ain't even gotta change

Hip-hop's unbalanced, it's got a hinge
Your stats get past the blood, get past the blood
And past the blood, and past the blood
If they cross my path, that's a flash, cause I'll crash

That means a bomb, I ain't got my feet
And I don't know why you f*ckin' kiss me
I'm like a walker talking, I'm a walkie
Hit that bitch with different car keys

And that's it for everybody, don't doubt it
And that's it for everybody