Hard

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)
 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