Hard Hitter Lyrics

Hard hitter

Breaking bones since I was born

That's a shout out to my mom and all the pain she has endured

Raising me was never easy

Never scared to get her hand greasy

Taught me most the shit I know

So don't be acting sleazy

When you round her give my pops props

Though at times he was a loose rock

He still readjusted working till he dropped

Pretty buoyant for a stone he didn't wanna sink

Worked his ass for the food because his kids just need a eat

Father figure when it's counted that's what matters to me

Pain is temporary he said as he pulled me to my feet

And most the shit that we gone deal with in this world is obsolete

Vanity sanity

Be yourself and always chase your dreams

Whoa oh no

No

Whoa

Tell me why's it hard to be happy

Whoa oh no

No

Whoa

Devils calling but hell never have me

Whoa oh whoa

Oh no no

Tell me why's it hard to be happy

Devils calling but hell never have me

No no

All I ever do is chase dreams

Hits hard but you know that the truth stings

No really hold on for a second boutta go full steam

On a track right now that seems too bleak

And I feel so weak

But the truth I seek

Is a lover in the arms of death and he will not weep

Not for me

Not for anybody else

So I'm feeling like I'm stuck by myself

Once again though I know that

I should take a second

Never mind think I'll regret it

What I got to do to give your brain a clue

I'm evolution innovative I'm the apex predator of nonsense

No please tell me what the cause is

Since you know everything about my life

And everything you think it defines

Like why did I get into rap

Why did I get into music

Why do I do this

Millions of people are suffering

Looking at me like you have room to judge me

I'm sick of the face that these rappers been giving me

Thinking they know me cuz I show my sensitive side

My eyes are opening wide

Soon as I see your red flags imma hang up the line

Looking for peace but you so t taking mine

Got a sensitive mind

Careful who I let inside

Yeah

Modern MCs ain't got shit on me

You're a lap dog to a fucking label eating pedigree

You got some women but they fast

And your looking for love

Yeah you got fast cars driving but you ain't fast enough

To outrun all your problems

Now you're too damn drunk and you don't know how to solve them

It's the same sad story and I'm sick of always watching

If I knew how I'd tell you how to stop it

You would never listen to me anyways

Whoa no brother

No whoa

Tell me why's it hard to be happy

Whoa no sister

No whoa

Devils calling but he'll never have me

Whoa oh whoa

Oh no no

Tell me why's it hard to be happy

No

Devils calling but he'll never have me

No no