Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hardknock, artist - Joey Bada$$. Album song 1999, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Pro Era
Song language: English
Hardknock |
| Just got word from my mans on the island |
| He said he needed guidance |
| Niggas on the streets is wildin' |
| He look to God but can’t find him |
| So he demand silence from the glarin' signs |
| The sympathy zippity |
| Only thing plain is the mad violence |
| No lyin' niggas just won’t let go the iron |
| They wanna burn ya molecules until you let go ions |
| Sleep beef like they let go lions |
| So don’t eye em' they get the wrong message |
| Wrong message put you on that long stretcher |
| Too much pressure God bless ya when the semi wet’cha |
| They told me boy dress up I’m givin' too many lectures |
| And I’m puttin' in too many effort in my nouns and verbs |
| Like they gon' catch up fuck what you must heard |
| But I done puffed enough herb |
| To be listenin' to young birds and dumb nerds |
| I got enough shit on my mind |
| So I don’t need to be stressin' and shine, define |
| One day I’m tryna have a wife and kids |
| So I just can’t live my life like this |
| And I ain’t tryna learn what lifeless is |
| So I just can’t live my life like this |
| I want the golden chains and diamond rings |
| But I just can’t live my life like this |
| And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff |
| But I just can’t live my life like this |
| Just got a collect call from up top |
| My cousin called me and what not |
| The motto never changed it’s still fuck cops |
| We went from havin' lunch in our lunchbox |
| Our lungs is hot whenever we puff pot |
| We touch blocks and end up havin a gut shot |
| But fuck that, ain’t tryna live that life no more |
| My mind corrupted but my heart is still pure |
| Gotta be brave can’t be afraid |
| Braids and waves never matter when you catch the fade |
| Trapped in a maze and your fade is your only escape |
| Fuck a priest’s opinion |
| Knock the hinges off of Heaven’s gates |
| Tryna share my cells with' my mate |
| Not share a cell with' mates |
| Wreckin' shit with' my wrecklessness |
| The L get lit that’s when I start second guessin' shit |
| Thinkin' 'bout Tot and then I reminisce |
| What you thought you niggas could’ve fuck me over |
| Never nigga guess again |
| I’m street so cross me like pedestrians |
| And that’s gon be your end of it |
| Straight revokin' your membership |
| One day I’m tryna have a wife and kid |
| So I just can’t live my life like this |
| And I ain’t tryna know what lifeless is |
| So I just can’t live my life like this |
| I want the golden chains and diamond rings |
| But I just can’t live my life like this |
| And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff |
| But I just can’t live my life like this |
| Niggas wanna know what I’m about |
| I’m bout blowin' loud on the block sporty |
| GLOCK 40 in a politician mouth |
| I take the competition out |
| Commission with' my composition |
| Who the kid spittin' behind the bars |
| Like a con position |
| Gotta give 'em time to listen |
| They’ll soon bump to it they’ll like me |
| I kick it like Nike they’ll adjust to it |
| But if you hate I know you must do it |
| I ain’t mad at you I keep my attitude on school |
| Learn ya bucks to do it |
| I’m out for presidents to represent me |
| Yo chick keep messaging me |
| Who the bestest MC? |
| They be mentioning me |
| Too hot, I be molestin' the beat |
| Fuck math, teachers shoul teach |
| If it keep Smith &Wesson's off the street |
| So first class be a lesson from me |
| Fuck what you teach if it’s a riggies |
| I fly it over liggies |
| All time highs where Jesus can’t reach us |
| Step to me and get the recipe to make you rest in peace |
| This is for my niggas, killers |
| Hundred dollar billers |
| On the block in the rock spot |
| GLOCK cocked watchin' out for cops |
| All about they cheddar |
| Youngins know nothin' that’s better |
| Like fuck a prison letter |
| Those Beretta’s led us to the lettuce |
| Real as fetishes menaces |
| Want the senator’s percentages |
| If you ain’t prejudice you still a nemisis |
| Smokin' on the Clematis |
| Get open like a present is |
| Now yo presence is on the premisces for them presidents |
| My city be the genesis for where they think the terror is |
| They linkin terrorists from the Stuy |
| Then linkin terraces |
| They on that wrecker shit |
| They leave you left for the dead |
| Kids don’t play they’ll erase your head in a race for the bread |
| Children on the corners slingin' some reds |
| Poppin' some meds |
| Shits be so deep in cover they be chasin' the feds |
| I be back stage grippin' haze breakin' my leg |
| My folks was makin' the best |
| When they was naked in bed, muthafucka |
| One day I’m tryna have a wife and kids |
| So I just can’t live my life like this |
| And I ain’t tryna learn what lifeless is |
| So I just can’t live my life like this |
| I want the golden chains and diamond rings |
| But I just can’t live my life like this |
| And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff |
| But I just can’t live my life like this |