- Royce Da 59" Hard 歌詞
- Royce Da 59"
- Everything is hard, hard, hard
I mean life is hard, bills is hard
Shit, it's all hard (hard, hard, hard)
Got to get that out your mind
I want to think that hard, be real with yourself. College ain't for you
In fact, I want you to take up a trade
You know, become a carpenter
Did you know Jesus was a carpenter?
She don't want you. Getting in that girl's drawers is hard
Remember that, boy, hard
Good luck, baby
Teacher, Teacher I don't understand what you even wanna talk for
Unless an interpreter's gon come up there and talk for me
Because we don't speak the same language, you say shit like “take up a trade and your thoughts bore me”
You don't teach me nothing, you just talk towards me
I'm gon need your assessment and fast
Look around you, do I look anything like the rest of your class?
Can't you see that I'm special ?
I don't act like these fucking crumb snatchers
I don't even breathe like 'em
I was born with my lungs collapsing
I walked right up to the drug dealer in my class and asked him
“How did you get such a bad bitch?”
He said “it was hard and the best ones are the hardest to get”
And I went on to see the world, and he went on and started the trick
And now when I see his girl, she be on my dick
I guess fucking the baddest bitches around wasn't hard as I thought
Man, what the fuck was I thinking ? (Get Money)
Jewelry and cars (cars, cars, cars)
Achieving the highest level of success ain't as hard as I thought (top the world)
What the fuck was I thinking? (I was drunk)
Iwas drunk or I was lost (You was lost) (Yeah)
My people said it would be hard (Hard, Hard)
My teacher said it would be hard (Hard, Hard) (It's gon' be hard )
What the fuck was she thinking?
Why did I listen to yall?
What the fuck was I thinking?
My finest hour is here, this is what I see in my prayers
This is me, though I'm facing and all of my fears
Making all my enemies look in the mirror
And see the meme of the Jordan face with all of the tears
What most of you analysts ignore, it's my explosive animal allure
I went the way to get in the way of my wife planning the divorce
Handled it and came back more talented than all these rappers
Though I'm DiCaprio, all they have on me is the awards
I'm a Steinway grand piano, they're Casios, I will kindly pass them the torch
The day that one of them are to hold a candle to my corpse
I 'll put a hand on your whore, even if she ain't my type
And this song is inspired by Broadway play called Hamilton I saw that changed my life
Right away, so my next move is to either scream write a movie or write a play
I said fucking the baddest bitches around wasn't hard as I thought
Man, what the fuck was I thinking? (Get Money)
Jewelry and cars (cars, cars , cars)
Achieving the highest level of success ain't as hard as I thought (top the world)
What the fuck was I thinking? (I was drunk)
I was drunk or I was lost (You was lost) (Yeah)
My people said it would be hard (Hard, Hard)
My teacher said it would be hard (Hard, Hard) (It's gon' be hard)
What the fuck was she thinking?
Why did I listen to yall?
I'm looking like the black Bond in Africa
Hotel room look like a beautiful crime scene, in fact it's a
Spectacular Halle Berry, Vivica massacre
Left behind by a serial bachelor
Fall back, y'all, I really don't fall back enough
You're not gon' not sound soft to us
The shotgun will throw a box of black balls at ya like Count Chocula
That last line, I was just on my Pharoahe Monch
Rappers, kneel before me like I'm trying to prepare a pun
I'll cut your body up and put it in two different cars
Put it in the river, have you swimming in a pair of trunks
Momma asking when I'm coming to the church
My little brother asking for the Aston
I threw the keys to him like I'm fronting up some work (Ha, good looking, Nickle)
I used to not be a trendy guy
Now I probably got more pairs of Balmain jeans than Wale and Envy got
Ah, somebody pinch me
Pardon me
Teacher, teacher, I'm so sorry I'm late
I'm Lyric Montgomery's father, I'm here for Career Day( Hi, Mr. Montgomery)
Can I talk to the kids?
Hello, children, how was your day?
I'm Royce Da 5'9”, and over the years
I' ve been blackballed
I've been in jail
I've seen lives turned
But guess what I've learned?
I learned that fucking the baddest bitches around wasn't hard as I thought
Man, what the fuck was I thinking? (Get Money)
Jewelry and cars (cars, cars, cars)
Achieving the highest level of success ain't as hard as I thought (top the world )
What the fuck was I thinking? (I was drunk)
I was drunk and I was lost
And you know what else
Everybody ask me just because Im a lyricist in this business
How come I havent gone broke yet?
I tell em its cause Im the flyest backpacker ever
Im flyer than Mos Def in a Trump tower surrounded by four chefs
Fixing him some slamon croquettes with Kendrick, Cole and Kweli
In their dinner clothes, try me, you and your crew will bleed
Yall bums aint shot for the stars - just New Years Eve
Nothing was given to me
I had to go upside heads just to get upside hills
Never over the hill though, so I never strike when the iron is hot
I strike whenever the fuck I feel
I eat what the fuck I kill
I got this way from not being allowed to eat dinner
If you knew how much Ive lost, youd have no problem with me winning
How many times, Could I be reinvented?
Money is the deadlier of the five venoms, in my denim
Definitively got a widen em, garages with cars in em
Hanging out in bars to have menages with bartenders
God was an artist and Jesus was a carpenter
They put me together like an easel in the darkness of hell
And lost it and left me some loose screws, but
These are the nails to your coffin
These are the folk tales of a starving
Artist battling demons through his notepad like Adam and Eve eating kale in the garden
Flying private away from all charges
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