Drake – 2 Hard 4 The Radio Lyrics
“2 Hard 4 The Radio” by Drake is a bold and hard-hitting track gaining attention across the global hip-hop scene.
This song blends heavy rap flows with confident lyrics and modern production, creating a sound that is both energetic and captivating.
Drake – 2 Hard 4 The Radio
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Bro, yo, ayy, dum, dum
Alright, look, listen up
It’s about to be smoke
Ain’t nothin’ but some shit I wrote
About a rich-ass nigga that’s deep in the game
They call me Drizzy Drake and I’m keepin’ the name
I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use
To talk bad about you pussies, I don’t like you fools
[Verse 1]
Got an Oakland show tonight, baby
My young boys from the yacht goin’ crazy
I’m on a bridge with a tank unleaded
I pull up early to that bitch
That bitch was yankin’ already
I said yank
In the city and I really got rank
You see the backpack to the front
You gettin’ spanked
I really blow hems for the fun of it
New owl, blue diamonds on the front of it
Shout my lil’ cousin
Mr. Haven’t-none-of-it
Tryna campaign, yeah
Jersey bag runnin’ shit
Raw, raw, livin’ large
And I put that on Cedars and the boulevard
When I lost Big Nadia, I took it hard
Need to call up a star for some Chrome Hearts
You my new girl
Girl, you gotta look the part
[Chorus]
Ayy
It’s Mr. Make-a-pipe-down
There it go
Yeah, it’s Mr. Popstar
That’s the way it go
Now I’m too hard for the fuckin’ radio
Too hard for the fuckin’ radio
Oh
Yeah, too hard for the fuckin’ radio
Too hard for the fuckin’ radio
Oh
[Verse 2]
Ba-ba-ba-ba-hey
Hey, what? Yeah, what?
I’ma show you what to do, lil’ nigga
Ayy
I’ma show you what to do, lil’ boy
Ayy
First off
I make real-time smacks
Boy, you know the model gotta push it to the max
Back when they was asking about where Davidson was at
Now everybody got a blue 30 on they back
Must’ve heard about us
Gotta catch up to the slaps
Ain’t had one since me and YG rapped
Facts
900 million for the tracks
Rack City, bitch, we remember that
Damn
We should try and get back to that
This new shit
You could’ve kept it on the lap
Facts
And a nigga doing laps
Strippers on my lap
I’m bout to make her bat, bitch
Tell her come and give the boy a lap dance
Damn
Y’all was really all hoppin’ back then
Now your names got redacted
Now a nigga gotta fact check
And I’m on the West like the Pac-10
I’m fuckin’ power couples up
Actin’ like you love marrying your wife
You boys need to worry about a jury in your life
[Outro]
Raw, raw, livin’ large
And I put that on Cedars and the boulevard
When I lost Big Naughty, I took it hard
Need to call up a star for some Chrome Hearts
You my new girl
Girl, you gotta look the part