Hard Lyrics - Layers - Royce Da 5'9

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 

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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 

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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) 

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 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 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 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 get 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 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 slamon croquettes with Kendrick, Cole and Kweli 

In their dinner clothes, try me, you and your crew will bleed 

Y'all bums ain't 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 I've lost, you'd have no problem with me winning 

How many times, how many times, 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