Hardwork ft. (Prod. By Aries Pereira) Lyrics

Uh huh. (Aries Urban Mind State)

Yea, this one's for you my nigga

Hold ya head

Hard work beat talent when talent don't work hard

I put my faith in God I trust no broads

I'm gettin' high, Go to sleep just to see the stars

Chasing this money, I just wanna get off that boulevard

That's why you hear my soul, in each and every fuckin' bar

Visions of me shot, cops kickin' down my front door

A couple war wounds, a few battle scars

But I'm still here livin', I gotta thank God

Never heard of defeat (Never), I hustle each and everyday

Til the mission complete, I want that city life view

while my family eat, fast cars for the team

no pity for weak, check it, I'm gonna get it

Damn right I'm gonna get it

Tired of goin to the bank, they say my funds is insufficient

Now it's God, be my witness, fuck the sky ain't no limits

Fuck these gimmicks, I'm the realest

With this music, I make a difference c'mon

A couple war wounds (yea)

A few battle scars (scars)

But I'm still here living I gotta thank God

I stand tall like I'm muthafuckin 8'4

I pray hard I work harder (work harder)

A couple war wounds (wounds)

A few battle scars (scars)

But I'm still here living I gotta thank God

I stand tall like I'm muthafuckin 8'4 nigga

I work hard, I play harder

Money, money, money, money

Can't buy happiness (money)

Bet I won't begging for change on some hungry shit

Overdue payments, plus my license was suspended

Back and forth to court, all these lawyer fees got me stressing

My nigga locked up, feels like I'm trapped up with him

In the streets there ain't no peace, only my mind knows freedom

I'm the beast from the East with tittes and persistent

Tell these muthafuckin bitches, don't bite the forbidden (hoe)

It was written, who feelin different I got that hard work dedication

Come bare the witness, come bare to witness

Bout my business, I'm bout my business

(I'm bout my money)

I can tell them a million times bet they never listen they never listen

It was hard comin' up and I'm livin' in the gutta

It was hard for me growin up without a mother

See I'm mad at the world this ain't some pain that I discovered

I hope I see her again so I can tell her that I love her

(I miss you mama)

A couple war wounds (wound)

A few battle scars (scars)

But I'm still here living I gotta thank God

I stand tall like I'm muthafuckin 8'4 Nigga

I pray hard (yea) I work harder (yea)

A couple war wounds (wounds)

A few battle scars (scars)

But I'm still here living I gotta thank God (oh lord)

I stand tall like I'm muthafuckin 8'4 (uh huh)

I work hard (yea)

"Puttin faith in friends, I'll never book you for another show again

That's what he said I'm standing there thinking

"Why I let the devil in?"; I never trust a soul

I took a chances with you people

Funny you still listening, I thought I lost you in the last sequel

We was never equal, I'll never diss my people

Not for fame or for change, It wasn't part of the game (Eastside)

I ain't get a deal but BOF still bumpin heavy

In the same hood same block

Shit lookin' steady, petty, Fuck it,

Where the money at (Where the money, where it at)

I wanna see me ballin, Doing show after show

I was damn near tourin; in the city that never sleeps

Only bustaz stay snorin'

Closing deals on my phone ,hush nigga money callin

I don't know where I'm going, tell the truth I don't care

As long as God is with me my heart don't know no fear

Just keep feedin faith, while these doubts stay starving

Counting blessings after blessings in the land of broken hearts (hold up)

Im kickin' war wounds (wounds)

A few battle scars (scars)

But I'm still here living I gotta thank God

I stand tall like I'm muthafuckin 8'4

I work hard I work hard (c'mon)

A couple war wounds (wounds)

A few battle scars (scars)

But I'm still here living I gotta thank God

(Oh Lord) I stand tall like I'm muthafuckin 8'4

I play hard I work harder (uh)

You ain't even gotta love it

But you niggas gonna respect this hustle

(I work hard)

You ain't even gotta love it

But you niggas gonna respect this hustle

(I hustle harder)

You ain't even gotta love it

But you niggas gonna respect this hustle

(Play hard)

You ain't even gotta love it

But you niggas gonna respect this hustle

A couple war wounds (wounds)

A few battle scars (battle scars)

But I'm still here living I gotta thank God

Oh Lord, You ain't gotta love it

But you niggas gon respect this hustle

I stand tall like I'm muthafuckin 8'4

I play hard i work harder

A couple war wounds (ain't gotta love it)

A couple battle scars (you ain't gotta love it

You ain't gotta love it, Thank God)

I stand tall like I'm muthafuckin' 8'4

But you gonna respect this muthafuckin hustle

I play harder (harder) work hard

I play hard, I work harder

You ain't gotta love it

but you niggas gonna respect this hustle

You ain't gotta love it

but you niggas gonna respect this hustle (yea)

Couple war wounds a few battle scars

You ain't gotta love it

But you niggas gon respect this hustle

I gotta thank GOD

Uh huh you gonna respect this hustle

Ain't gotta love it

But you niggas gonna respect this hustle

(Ain't gotta, love it)

Couple war wounds a few battle scars