Shon Don - Hard lyrics

[Verse 1] I make real music, some of y'all just rap Pen to the paper, I'm scripting out my artifacts n***a I'm a testament, new and the old When I breathe on the track I make your body turn cold Like Christ just stepped in the building, the holy ghost Turning every word to a feeling Your mind, body, and soul I'm stealing The devil, I'm giving him nothing I reach down and turn off this oven I'm here to survive, I'm here to live life Only got one chance so I must make it right All day all night, got money in sight Take two steps closer, you could really end your life No matter what just one umpire yell strike I'm looking for a big piece, not just a slice n***as hit the nerve, better yet, think twice ‘Fore you feel the impact of my strike