Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Song language: English
Hard |
| A lot of people ask me since 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 bartendes |
| 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 |
| As my layers keep evolving |