Nuthin 2 A Hustler

[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 [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 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 Kyle” Had a good year like ties Now I'm big spending Live in the galleria I should pay rent here Wells Fargo, WaMu Chase Bank, BOA I'm killing these niggas 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 I'm on my benny boom Vip full of ho’s Add more there’s plenty room While you niggas doing bad Complaining bout your sad life I'm getting money doing my thing Living the fast life [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