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