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Yeah, this one's for the ones who turn this struggle into the hustle. North Memphis pain in the profit, you know how we [Music] do. Pain in my chest, but I'm turning it into cash. Every lyric that I write feels like I'm smoking on some gas.
Blunt lit, mind drifts, watch the stress take flight. Every bar like a pound, weighing heavy through the night. Roll the weed up, let the smoke clear the mind. Turn the pain into profit, now my paper always shines. I've been grinding back in dimes, I've been building from the dirt. Used to run the block, now I run these words like a curse. Pain in the profit, every line got a purpose. I turn my hurt into the hustle, now the flow stays working.
Smoke up, light it up, let the stress burn away. Now I'm living off my lyrics, every verse going to pay. I used to be broke, now the money's coming fast. Turn the blunt to a blueprint, watch me make it last. Smoke clears the clouds, now I'm seeing all the signs. Every rhyme got a reason, every bar got a grind. I've been, but I'm blessing every session like a shrine. Chasing dreams, but my nightmares fuel my pen and rhyme. I don't need no validation, just my pin in the blunt. Turn the pain into the profit, every loss, every stint. Pain in the profit, every line got a purpose. I turn my hurt into the hustle, now the flow stays working. Smoke up, light it up, let the stress burn away. Now I'm living off my lyrics, every verse going to pay.
Roll it up, light it up, let the ideas fly. Pain in my veins, but the smoke makes me high. Creativity unlocked when the kush touches my lips. Turn my hustle to a dynasty, no more empty scripts. I turn my demons into angels, now my pockets are full of wings. Every blunt, every thought got me collecting these things. I've been fighting through the storm, now the sun's shining bright. Every bar like a dollar, every hook a new flight. I've been smoking to release what's locked in my mind. Turn the pain into profit, now the stress stays behind. From the corner to the studio, now it's money on the rise. When the smoke clears, it's just a king in the sky. Pain in the profit, every line got a purpose. I turn my hurt into the hustle, now the flow stays working. Smoke up, light it up, let the stress burn away. Now I'm living off my lyrics, every verse going to pay.
Yeah, from the pain to the profit, roll up, light up, let it all drop in. Not every song's a move, every verse a big win. Turn that pain to paper, let the hustle never [Music] end. Yeah, from the pain to the profit, roll up, light up, let it all drop in. Now every song's a move, every verse a big win. Turn that pain, let the hustle never end. Yeah, yeah, yeah [Music] yeah, from the pain to the roll up.