Royce da 5'9" - Hard lyrics

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
(trade, trade, trade)
You know, become a carpenter
Did you know Jesus was a carpenter?
(Hard, hard, hard) she don’t want you
Getting in that girl’s drawers is hard
Remember that, boy, hard (She don’t want you)
Good luck, baby
(Getting in that girl’s drawers is hard)
Teacher, Teacher
I don’t understand what you
Even wanna talk for (Hard, hard, hard)
Unless an interpreter’s gon' come up
There and talk for me (Hard)
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)
I was drunk or I was lost
(You was lost, yeah, 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 y'all?
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 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 away to get in the way
Of my wife planning a 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 able
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 screenwrite
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, 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 y'all?

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 punt
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 asking me just because I'm
A lyricist in this business
How come I haven't gone broke yet?
I tell 'em it's cause I'm
The flyest backpacker ever
I'm flyer than Mos Def in a
Trump tower surrounded by four chefs
Fixing him some salmon
Croquettes with Kendrick, cole and Kweli
In their Jidenna clothes, try me
You and your crew will bleed
Y'all bums ain't shot for the
Stars since 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 don't 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 I've lost
You'd 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 wad in '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