Hardknock Lyrics - Singles - Joey Bada$$

[Intro: Joey BadA$$] 

Check it, word word 

What's the word word 

Yeah, check! 

[Verse 1: Joey BadA$$] 

Just got word from my mans on the island, he said he needed guidance 

Niggas on the streets is walling, he look to God but can't find him 

So he demand silence from the glaring sirens 

The sympathy symphony, only thing playing is the banned violence 

No lying niggas just won't let go the iron 

They wanna burn your molecules until you let go ions 

Treat beef like they let go lions 

So don't eye 'em they get the wrong message, wrong methods 

Put you on that long stretcher 

Too much pressure God bless ya when the semi wet'cha 

They told me "more dress-up" I'm giving too many lectures 

And I'm putting 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 listening to young birds and dumb nerds 

I got enough shit on my mind 

So I don't need to be stressing and shine, it's fine 

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[Hook: Joey BadA$$] 

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 gold 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 

[Verse 2: CJ Fly] 

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 having lunch in our lunchbox 

Our lungs was hot whenever we'd puff pot 

We'd touch blocks and end up having to duck shots 

But fuck dot, ain't trying 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 faith is your only escape 

Fuck a priest's opinion, knock the hinges off of Heaven's gates 

Trying to share my cells with my mate, not share a cell with mates 

Wrecking shit with my recklessness 

The L get lit that's when I start second guessing shit 

Thinking 'bout Ty 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 the end of it, straight revoking your membership 

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[Hook: CJ Fly] 

[Verse 3: Joey BadA$$] 

Niggas wanna know what I'm about, I'm bout blowing loud 

On the block sporty, Glock 40 in a politician mouth 

I take the competition out commission with my composition 

Who the kid spitting 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 soon adjust to it 

But if you hate I know you must do it 

I ain't mad at you I keep my attitude on "screw it a million bucks should 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 molesting the beat, fuck math 

Teachers should teach us to get Smith & Wesson's off of the street 

So first class be a lesson for me 

Fuck what you teaching for some regents, I'm flying over regions 

Reaching, 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 watching out for cops 

All about their cheddar, young guns know nothing that's better 

Like fuck a prison letter, those Beretta's led us to the lettuce 

Relish fetishes, menaces want the senator's percentages 

If you ain't prejudice you still a nemesis 

Smoking on the Clematis, get open like a present is 

Now your presence is on the premises for them presidents 

My city be the genesis for where they think the terror is 

They linking terrorists from the Stuy then Lincoln Terraces 

Stay on that reckless 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 slinging some regs, popping some meds 

Jakes be so deep in cover they be chasing the feds 

I be back stage gripping haze breaking my leg 

My folks was making the best when they was naked in bed, muthafucka 

[Hook: Joey BadA$$]