Текст песни Hard (Royce 5'9) с переводом

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 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)

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