[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 nigga
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 jewelry 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 Stake back but that’s just one
I'd do anything
Give up my left lung
So when death come, i'll be ready for em
Any obstacle in my way i'll 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 nigga I'm a hustler till the day I die
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 nigga
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 jewelry 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 Stake back but that’s just one
I'd do anything
Give up my left lung
So when death come, i'll be ready for em
Any obstacle in my way i'll 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 nigga I'm a hustler till the day I die
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