The Hard Way Lyrics - Grandeur - Apollo Brown

Yo, what up young blood? 

Yeah, your hustle game got your funds up 

Get no thumbs up from in here you kissing dumb luck 

What you know about it? Acting like I had an option 

You eavesdropping, you a cop? I'm clean so stop watching 

No I'm not the po' 

I know how you hustle but you don't hold 

I'm an old soul 

What you sell is what I once sold 

Looking at you, I see a young version of myself 

And I'll even help you navigate your way through Hell 

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So you're the future me? 

But you ain't got to press it 

You want to teach a lesson instead of counting your blessings 

I'm not your mission, no pot to piss in 

My pops in prison 

This is my tradition and I ain't got to listen 

To know one, I got food and [?] spot to live in 

So tell me how you living? 

Off prayers? Dreams and wishing? 

You're bullshit and my mistakes make you who you are 

My scars are your scars so own 'em cause they ours 

I can tell you who will be fam' and who will betray 

But I still had to learn the hard way 

(I can save you from those who don't do what they say 

But I still had to learn the hard way) 

I can tell you in the end everything is okay 

But I still had to learn the hard way 

(Yeah, we got a little hustle and we're winning today 

But I still had to learn the hard way) 

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What up New Jack? 

Remember when you moved crack in your blue 'Lac? 

Left your mama house, never moved back? 

Trying to be the man, retro J's on your shoe rack 

Robbing niggas daily, it was crazy 

That was the way that you used to live 

Influences from foolish kids 

If the price is right, they don't care if they do a bid 

If I can tell you anything, fuck trying to do it big 

Cause they'll leave your chest smoking with holes like a sewer lid 

They don't care who it is 

Wish I could've whispered in your ear and told you, "Grab a rubber" 

Used to battle rap and now you battling with baby mother 

Knucklehead for life, wish you would've took some advice 

Shooting dice all night, hit the club and start a fight 

That ain't right 

That's why you writing and your homie is doing that time 

Cause you was really doing that stupid shit you threw in your rhymes 

If you trying to stay alive, little nigga swallow your pride 

Let the little shit slide then always follow your mind