Aint felt ni-as felt

Yo, my nigga got it hard, yeah, the streets ain't been kind Pressure on his shoulders, leaving peace of mind behind Hustle's relentless, bills piling up high Sleepless nights, chasing dreams beneath a heavy sky. He grindin' daily, ain't no time for tears to fall Gotta keep it moving, gotta answer freedom's call. So raise a glass to the struggle, the fight, the endless game My nigga got it hard, but he's whisperin' his name. He's whisperin' his name, yeah, he's climbin' to the top. He ain't giving up, he's gonna make it stop...this drought.