2 Hard 4 The Radio Lyrics – Drake

Read the complete 2 Hard 4 The Radio Lyrics by Drake from the album ICEMAN along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Drake’s music, you can also explore Road Trips and Hurrr Nor Thurrr, two other songs by Drake.

[Intro]
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, woah, yeah, ayy
Dun, dun, dun
Alright, look

[Verse 1]
Listen up, it’s about to be smoke
Ain’t nothing but some s*it I wrote
About a rich ass n!gga that’s deep in the game

They call me Drizzy Drake and I’m keeping the name
My sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use
To talk bad about you pussies, I don’t like you fools
Got an Oakland show tonight, baby
My young boys from the (??) going crazy
I’m on a bridge with a tank of unleaded
I pull up early to that b!tch, that b!tch was yanking already, I said yank
In the city and I really got rank
You see the backpack to the front, you getting spanked
I really blow M’s for the fun of it
New owl, new diamonds on the front of it
Shocked my lil’ cousin, Mr. Having None Of It
Tryna campaign, yeah, Drizzy back running s*it

[Chorus]
Woah, woah, living large, yeah
And I put that on (??) and the boulеvard
When the laws big mighty, I took it hard
Need to call up a star for some Chromе Hearts
Free my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
Ayy, it’s Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
Yeah, it’s Mr. Popstar, that’s the way it go
Now I’m too hard for the fu*king radio
Too hard for the fu*king radio
Yeah, too hard for the fu*king radio

Too hard for the fu*king radio

[Bridge]
Wah, wah, wah, hey
Hey, what, yeah, what
I’ma show you what to do, lil’ n!gga, ayy
I’ma show you what to do, lil’ boy, ayy
I’ma show you what

[Verse 2]
Ayy, first off, I make real time smacks
Boy, you know the motto, gotta push it to the max
Back when they was asking ’bout where Davidson was at
Now everybody got a blue thirty on they back
Must’ve heard about us, gotta catch up to the slaps
(??) once since me and YG rap
Facts, nine-hundred million for the tracks
Rack City, b!tch, we remember that
Yeah, you should and get back to that
This new s*it, you could’ve kept it on the laugh
Facts, hit a n!gga doing laps
Strippers on my lap, I’m ’bout to make her back bend
Ayy, tell her come and give the boy a lap dance
Damn, y’all was really island hopping back then
Huh, now y’all names got redacted
Yeah, now a n!gga gotta fact check
Yeah and I’m on the west like the pack ten
Yeah, I’m fu*king power couples up, yeah
Acting like you love, marrying your wife, ayy
You boys need to worry ’bout a jury in your life, ayy
Wop, wait, hey, shay

[Chorus]
Woah, woah, living large, yeah
And I put that on (??) and the boulevard
When the laws big mighty, I took it hard
Need to call up a star for some Chrome Hearts
Free my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
Ayy, it’s Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
Yeah, it’s Mr. Popstar, that’s the way it go
Now I’m too hard for the fu*king radio
Too hard for the fu*king radio
Yeah, too hard for the fu*king radio
Too hard for the fu*king radio

[Outro]
Wop, wait, hey, shay