Woo!
Yo.
Shout out my husband.
I mean, everybody hustling.
Ain't gotta be no more.
You're trapping, you're hustling.
Love, love.
I said, wake up.
Open up shop.
Get your hustle on.
Selling pills straight out her crib and break into another home.
Trying to get...
In and out.
Get his double-double on.
This ain't my story that I'm singing it.
But this is another song.
This probably your uncle's song.
Probably your big brother's song.
Your father or your mother's song.
I understand your circumstance.
So in your head, there's nothing wrong.
How could you blame how we behave?
If we ain't paid, then ain't getting loans.
You don't know what's going on.
If you ain't lived through this, seen this, then I can't describe.
Take a chance and so they survive.
This don't happen just to take a life.
In the end, it was off of bread.
They use the heat just to make it rise.
Not sure how to raise a daughter, but they know how to raise the price.
What you gonna do?
Telling me what you going through.
I could probably be late I could probably be late And still be on time for ya I could probably spit mine for ya If you don't wanna tell your story It's the same as yours, I hustle early in the morning
open up shop get your hustle on selling pills straight out her crib and break into another home i understand your circumstance up in their heads there's nothing wrong but they don't know what's going on
They don't know what's going on.
Wake up.
I know I'm trapped in a belly of a beast, and it's hungry.
If I can't lay up in the streets, I feel lonely.
If I got a breaker with the streets, I feel lonely.
Yeah, you got your car.
Yeah, you got your goal.
Your money don't fold, but your mama's still at home.
Fam don't want your dirty money.
You look clean but your mother sad Your girl felt neglected Now your daughter got another dad
Local black hustler.
My father was a customer.
Moms used to watch him buy his weed and she would cuss at him.
Only for the weed he feel free from that shuttle bus Back then it was prime time and now I'm on my prime time But hustler turn pimp though
He was getting pimped though.
Not only selling his dope, but now he's selling nymphos.
Not too cautious about how he sells.
Made his way to county jails.
Now he lonely in them cells.
How he fell, it was probably hell.
he got out went on that same i guess when you're loyal to yourself then you can't switch but how can you blame kid don't know what he was going through his hustle is his bread and butter he don't want no other food but i wake up
Open up shop.
Get my hustle on.
Wake up early.
Get them on.
Make a couple records.
Getting reckless on these records.
Disrespect it, go and get it.
Make a difference.
Wake up with a new perspective.
Wake up.
I know homie, trapped in a belly of a beast and it's hungry.
If I can't lay up in the streets, I feel lonely.
If I gotta break up with the streets, I feel lonely.
Justify the love of mine for life or crime.
My life and time's a part of time.
I fall in time like all the time.
And then I dream for a ball of time.
And then the clock rewind and I wake up.
I know homie.
I know homie Wake up I know homie Trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
If I gotta break up with the streets, I feel lonely.
Justify the love of mine for life or crime.
My life and time's a part of time.
I fall in time like all the time.
And then I dream for a ball of time.
And then the clock rewind and I wake up.
I know, homie.
I know, homie We ain't choose this type of livin', that's what we gotta do
Selling drugs, no they don't.
Being like the prostitutes.
Living in a nightmare.
Pinch him is what you gotta do.
Wake up.
Hmm Hmm Hmm
I got like bro.
I ain't got no job.
And I know you broke it.
