PAIN ’N HUSSLE lyrics

Uh, it's after hours im pullin' up with fly with it
All em' windows is dark tinted
We leavin' the studio, I walk in the club
You know I'm sneakin' the .9 in it
I see they put up a wrong image
Ion' hang wit' em' I can't even f*ck wit em'
I be on go, you won't see me slackin'
I don't never play 'bout my digits
Fell in love wit' the pain in the hussle
Was runnin' it up since a youngin'
Ain't know how to stop
I knew the measurements
I had to get that sh*t right
Way before I poured 4s in my cup
Uhh uhh, hmm
Cop me a whip off the lot
Uhh, uhh, yeah
They was just prayin' I would flop

Yeah, uh Pain in the Hussle
Know I can't fold under pressure
I'm still addin' sh*t to my schedule
Life like a puzzle
Can't lie I've been missin' some pieces
Stayed up watch me put 'em together
I got some scars, they remind me
To snap every time I get low
They stuck wit' me forever
Came out the storm I was dry
Could dodge every drop out the sky
I'm controllin' the weather
Addicted to pain and the pleasure
To run up them funds I can't lie sh*t we doing whenever
I'm watching the clock
~~ I deserve me a muhf*ckin' bezel
We comin' down on a whole 'nother level
Really the 1 I deserve me a medal
Life'll be hard when you takin' a risk
sh*t even harder when you know you never
(yeah, uh, uh, uh, hm hm hm
Uh, uh, uh hm hm hm)

I'll stay in my lane tryn' move wit' the motion
If there's mud on my name I know I'm still a boss
I'd rather count up in silence
My business I mind it
They know i'm keepin' it low
I still remember my first pair of Jordans
Too scared to walk so ion' crease em' up
Ma workin' double shifts
Dad in the hospital, promise that we was goin' through a lot
Makin' a livin with mics, Scottie Pippen
Plenty of chances, I ain't wastin' one
They all be sleepin' on me
I don't mind i'mma let em'
I'm chillin' as I pour it up
I found the pain in the pleasure
I'll run up whatever whenever
I don't give no f*ck
I told my bruddas I'll do it for us
Said go ahead but you testin' yo luck
Put that on my Momma, I'll get out the struggle untouched
All the bruises and scars don't mean much
On the darkest of days
I be throwin' on beats and I pray
One day it's be enough, uh
(yeah, uh, uh, uh, hm hm hm
Uh, uh, uh hm hm hm)
It's after hours im pullin' up fly -

Uh, it's after hours im pullin' up with fly with it
All em' windows is dark tinted
We leavin' the studio, I walk in the club
You know I'm sneakin' the .9 in it
I see they put up a wrong image
Ion' hang wit' em' I can't even f*ck wit em'
I be on go, you won't see me slackin'
I don't never play 'bout my digits
Fell in love wit' the pain in the hussle
Was runnin' it up since a youngin'
Ain't know how to stop
I knew the measurements
I had to get that sh*t right
Way before I poured 4s in my cup
Uhh uhh, hmm
Cop me a whip off the lot
Uhh, uhh, yeah
They was just prayin' I would flop