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Hard Work Pays Off
Young Bleed, Rush 1K, Tha Homie Jai, Chucky Workclothes, Syke Pachino, Omega Legacy, Mr. Envi'
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Yeah
G'yeah
Hard work pays off, nigga
Believe that
I'm living proof, nigga
G'yeah
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State to state, gettin cake while you niggas wait
Niggas fake, people hate from a different place
Don't underestimate your fate, niggas growin lazy
I'mma show up and show out if niggas don't pay me
I've been here for the long way, I ain't got no babies
By the state inside the city I done gone crazy
When I was a kid I used to wish that I could make it rappin
Never know that I'd grow up and I could make it happen
I'm with the homie John, Chucky and my nigga bleed
Envy and Omega and Syke, what else you niggas need?
We stay working and you niggas gettin laid off
Gettin it off tour cause hard work pays off
Keep it light and we ride and it's back on the slab
Got shows full-blown, rolling stone like my dad
Small town backwoods to the big city lights
Coming in real early and we gone by the night
Ain't no question about it, best is on, following up
Ain't no question about progression, man you coming or what?
We don't do no second guessing cause the product is tough
Plenty game to get salt when you following us
See we grind independent, we ain't wishing for a deal
A starving artist, but we ain't missing any meals, for real
Hard work pays off, hard work pays off
I'm fresh out of jail, on bail as we speak
Right back to the streets, I got a tour in a week
Hard work pays off, I'm a real ass boss
I can give you the game, but see that's gon' cost
When they ask me how I'm doing, I say bitch I'm straight
I don't fuck with too many cause there's too many snakes
Everybody on this track that you hearing right now
Certified independent grinders, no clown, motherfucker
I'm at close range, I'm deadly in the battle
Now walk with me through this field of gallows
See the remains of MC's that tried to feed me
To defeat, contrarily be slaughtered like cattle
New age Magnificent Seven, witness the travels
Highways now replace the horse hooves and gravel
My six-shooter is now my pen and pad
And we execute anything on the stage that's in our path
See we grind independent, we ain't wishing for a deal
A starving artist, but we ain't missing any meals, for real
Hard work pays off, hard work pays off
I'm hitting the slab up on the grind, steady hustle
And trying to maintain, getting this money on the double
With a gun on my waist from state to state concentrating on fetti
A lot of niggas say they 'bout it but they ain't ready
Wasting they time smoking, drinking, chasing pussy and bragging
Soon as they see you making moves, wanna hop on the wagon
They fucking with you, you can miss me with that
Get off my dick you groupie bitch and take your ass to the back
I'm still an outlaw rider, suckers be hiding
I got a six shot pistol or a nine when I'm sliding
It's Hitchcock, what's the foot and now when I'm vibing
Just to make it all official, you can tell I'm vibing
My ride's flat, put the boy, tell her I robbed him
That eyes wide, what's your P? I'll kill him, no problem
I'm getting high across the desert plain
Mixing up the whiskey and wine, I thought I'll never change
See we grind independent, we ain't wishing for a deal
A starving artist, but we ain't missing any meals, for real
Hard work pays off, hard work pays off
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Rest in peace to our big bro Reggie Elmore, you know what I'm saying?
And our other brother, Syke Pacino
Yeah
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