Yeah... Pressure builds diamonds… But where I’m from, it builds killers. You feel me? I’m hard to kill, steel in my soul, I don’t break, I build (What?) Rooted in the soil where the pain got spilled They want smoke, I just breathe that still From the block to the grave I'm real, I’m real I’m hard to kill say it loud, I’m hard to kill! I’m hard to kill whole squad go in for the thrill! I’m hard to kill scarred but I’m standin’ still… You know the drill ride out or get killed! I came up where the sirens sing, Mama cryin', devil buyin' rings, Sharks in the tank, ain't no lion king, Just the coke fiends and the choppers scream. Whole hood had dreams, now it’s 9-to-the-dome, Either trapped in a cell or a name on a stone. I ain't braggin', this survival talk, Had to learn how to glide when the rivals stalk. Got steel in the spine, war in my blood, You just dance for the 'Gram while I’m deep in the mud. Got scars in my mind you can't post or like, But the clip go viral when I ghost your life. I’m hard to kill, steel in my soul, I don’t break, I build (Yeah!) Ground level where the death talk real They want smoke, I just breathe that still From the block to the grave I'm real, I’m real I’m hard to kill say it loud, I’m hard to kill! I’m hard to kill whole squad go in for the thrill! I’m hard to kill scarred but I’m standin’ still… You know the drill ride out or get killed! Midnight thoughts when the silence talk, All the homies I lost, see 'em outlined in chalk. Now I talk to the sky like, “Was this worth it?” Heart numb, but the pain still surface. Judge gave Bro twenty-five for a handshake, Same cop runnin' block with the fanbase. Ain’t no justice in the dirt I tread, It’s just hustle, muscle, and the words I bled. Now I’m on top with a vision like a prophet, Still sleep with a pistol in the closet. 'Cause the snakes don’t die, they shed, reload So I double up my rounds every time I go rogue! This ain’t just rap… This that funeral music for the ones who crossed me. You either get in line… Or you get outlined. Now let’s go I don’t flex for the clout, I flex 'cause I bled, Put a bounty on my head, still slept in my bed. When they kicked down the door, I was ready with the fire, Put lead in they chest like a gospel choir. I ain’t got ops I got ex-homies, Turn face quick when the money get lonely. This throne got bones under every step, Say my name, it’s a bet get your whole gang swept! Now I'm coast to coast with my name in the smoke, Whole scene froze up when I came through cloaked. This ain't fame, it's revenge in designer threads, Yeah, I talk to the reaper he said, “Break legs.” I’m hard to kill, steel in my soul, I don’t break, I build Ground level where the death talk real. They want smoke, I just breathe that still From the block to the grave I'm real, I’m real I’m hard to kill say it loud, I’m hard to kill! I’m hard to kill whole squad go in for the thrill! I’m hard to kill scarred but I’m standin’ still… You know the drill ride out or get killed! (Hard to kill… Hard to kill…) (They can try, but they know the deal…) (Still I rise, never kneel…) Produced & Written by marz/ J.Cole
