Statik Selektah – Hard Living (ft. Dave East & Method Man) (Audio, Lyrics)

Statik Selektah is here with “Hard Living” featuring Dave East & Method Man. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Statik Selektah.

Statik Selektah Hard Living

Leave it to Statik Selektah to have a slew of top tier MCs on wax together. His new project, The Balancing Act does just that. The legendary producer enlists the likes of Conway, Nas, Black Thought, Joey Bada$$, and even Jack Harlow for the album but among the many posse cuts, it’s the union of Dave East and Method Man on wax that truly stands as one of the best tracks. The Harlem rapper and the Wu-Tang MC link up on “Hard Living” where they reflect on their upbringing in New York City over grimey East Coast-centric production and crispy drums. Given that Dave East played Method Man on Wu-Tang: An American Saga, their new collaboration feels like a full circle moment.

Statik Selektah – Hard Living (ft. Dave East & Method Man) (prod. Statik Selektah)

Lyrics

[Intro: Dave East]
Statik (Statik Selektah)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
From a pack of piranhas, your favorite rapper pussy I promise
Throw ladders, we climbed ’em
Disappearing acts, we gon’ find ’em
I was actually grinding, biggest fear is back to the bottom
Circle this block for days, make sure you blast if you spot ’em
Used to rap [?], before fame back in the projects
When she died, walked around dazed out of my conscience
Want all of my niggas chilling on a yacht without the nonsense
I was dead broke walking through Johnston with no design on
Thunder on me with a silencer, that’s a quiet storm
I been about stackin’ bundles, I get my riot on
I like it, I just cop it, I don’t try it on
I was dead broke trying to rap, my niggas asking me to buy a song

[Chorus: Dave East]
We come from hard living
Play the block til it’s all finished
Pray that God feel us, we never know ’cause we all sinning
How you losing but you talk winning?

[Verse 2: Dave East]
The whip tinted, windows dark-skinned
Pinching off them park benches
You tryna get it, put your heart in it
Get drunk at the bar with it
Niggas giving out shots like a bartender
On tour for the summer, make sure it’s not a hard winter
You ain’t never gotta pick us up as long as God get us
Ice pick for any situ-o, real from the get-go
Shoot him in his stomach, not in the back where his shit go
[?] my zip code, let off a shot and get low
X, dope, and molly, EDM, I felt like Diplo

[Verse 3: Method Man]
Off the rip though, I pull that Lil Jon and tell him “Get low”
From the get-go, this pop can cause a panic at the disco
You get what just you get though, I get dough
But you ain’t get that info then you ain’t really knowing what you in for
The track got extendos, Malcolm X with the gun that’s in your window
Big drum be sounding like crescendos
Get the memo, when Meth is in the house, call that indoor
I’m in though, and I’m seeing every couch from the intro
Staten homie, you don’t see a thot, no ratchet on me
Pack it on me, buckin’ some green bay, gon’ back up on me
Macaroni, they’re still cappin’ only
Like the cheese I have you ratting on me
I thought you’d be happy for me
Married the money, holy matrimony
You was my brony, now you acting phony
I’m asking, what happened homie?
Blacking out, it’s about rap to clap a homie
Soon as you step in the mousetrap, I’m snappin’ homie

[Chorus: Dave East]
We come from hard living
Play the block til it’s all finished
Pray that God feel us, we never know ’cause we all sinning
How you losing but you talk winning?
How you losing but you talk winning?
We come from hard living
Play the block til it’s all finished
Pray that God feel us, we never know ’cause we all sinning
How you losing but you talk winning?
How you losing but you talk winning?