Chorus: Hard times is the past Yea I made it out the struggle Now I'm getting paid it ain't nothing to a hustler I'm a go getter n***a I can make it back up I'm on a mission for commission It ain't nothing to a hustler The cars, the clothes, the j**elry the ho's The money, the power, the highs, the lows The haters, the jackers, the friends, the foes It all come with the game It ain't nothing to a hustler Verse 1: No pain no gain Yea bet it was right So if god come today I'm ready tonight I keep losing good n***as will it ever stop Shed so many tears I feel like Pac But losses come with the game you gotta take one Wish I could swap real n***as for these fake ones You know bring a few back resurrect em God don't make mistakes so I respect em Wish I could bring ? back that's just one Id do anything Give up my left lung So when d**h come, ill be ready for em Any obstacle in my way ill be ready for em Hurdle em Yea I do a little track and field Hit the booth Pour out my pain get on a track and spill
I just tell em something real like Trey and Plies Street n***a Im a hustler till the day I die Chorus Verse 2: Bread over everything Big money heavy chains Heavy chains married to the game Pinky wedding ring Used to have my head in rain Now I'm in them kush clouds Now boppers break their neck Just to point and yell “look kyl” Had a good year like ties Now im big spending Livie in the galleria I should pay rent here Wells fargo, wamu Chase bank, BOA Im k**ing these n***as Like Jay this DOA No struggle no progress I made it through that process Now when I do my count That's the only time I stress Count a stack scratch my head Count another stack my bread Now I'm pulling off the lot Paper plates black and red Hit the club and make a movie Yea im on my benny boom Vip full of ho's Add more there's plenty room While you n***as doing bad Complaining bout your sad life Im getting money doing my thing Living the fast life Chorus