to give But everyday's the same old runnin' from Popo Mom think I'm loco 'cause I sell crack and puff cocoa Yo, it's the style see it's still the same
take away I pray for patience but they Make me wanna melt they face away Like I once made 'em spray Now I could make 'em put the K's away Been thuggin
kid, now she's realizin' life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it The situation's got me
skated past that Look, everybody got dreams about ki's Chains full of ice with S after the V's Horse on the hood, a grill full with the B's Dangling
's never gonna be alone. Uh huh Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis and You knows why he's on his knees He may have religion but he's
people will buy Make a lot of profits, make bank deposits Wanna live like this, here's a shoe, how's it fit? How you gon' ball if you got no hustle?
It's happening every day y'all (right now) Everyday (right now) Right now (good mornin', Vietnam!) Listen Brooklyn wins again It's the Stuy, it's the
then flop Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself Rocafella's only niggaz that help My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
packing .9's Toting K's and holding MAC's But we know time ain't rolling back And hungry hyenas, they ain't folding jack So on these cold and black streets
between hips I'm a tall glass of water, who ready to take sips? Shit nigga this what we do Convict, Star Trak, Black J's who are you? No parents [
But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa Yo, it's the style see it's still the same And
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as
the shelf Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself She had a baby by your ass and you ain't givin' no help Uh-huh big time hustler, snake motherfucker One's
I got this rap thing (What?) No more hustlin' at age ten my team played to win Reach under the car seat nobody understandin' Yo, the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
mad shots, homicide come and play Mat lock But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why
the nigga to put you on 'Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn That's when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and
locked up Who snitchin', who pitchin' and who knocked up Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust Black hoodies and black Asics standin' on the pavement Hustlers
m huntin' leads in desperate need I hope it's comin' quick I'd wrap my brain to find a lane That's gon' bring me some change But it's so strange, My life