Oh.
Life is the ultimate game.
Living is the ultimate struggle.
If you ain't built to maintain, then ain't no alternate hustle.
Niggas done slept on floors.
Hungry and cold for this music.
We had to knock down doors.
Now this whore is just a
music just for riches they choose it so they call it a hustle
If you ain't got no heart, then you ain't moving a muscle.
All these Frankenstein niggas.
Sewing dead shit together Sit back, take a breath, let your hair get together
I guess for bread, it's whatever.
And I ain't hating on getting paid.
Shit, get cheddar.
All I'm saying is you ain't got to be bitch made Shit fades over time, looks wealth and health
Artists fade from the mind of everyone but themselves.
So if after my time,
I ain't got now, fam I know I earned every dime And never took shit off now, man
Bitch, I'm the ultimate.
Here we go again.
Here we go again.
Here we go again.
I ain't talking pit doctor.
I'm talking who is scholar.
Project Role Model to your sons and your daughters.
It all started at Payton Forest Elementary School.
Fourth grade talent shows where I put the mood.
Gladys Knight and the Pips Heard that midnight train to Georgia Then your boy flip
Junior high, Southwest middle, turned on to hip hop.
Breaking and ticking, battling for it.
Give me your beat box.
I got a funky ride.
Salt Crush Groovin' Beat Street by 50-11 Time Before the Almighty Dollar It was all about the love Before the Phantom and Chevy Impalas
We will sprout the blood.
Remember we all blood.
Get back so the heart will flow.
Down in the red clay dungeon, putting together my flow.
What you know about Ghetto Raptor's a track?
Dad's cam, take recorders, that's my new head X. I'm a bit in the game.
Here we go again.
A pet in the cave.
The ultimate hostile pet in the cave.
Here we go again.
Here we go again.
Here we go again.
The beast that's in the cave.
The ultimate hustler.
Stick in the game.
Go ask my homie Team.
Two MCs, one beatbox, and a DJ.
Them ties fresh in my mind like it was just a day.
Now it's no play, no play, all work, all sleep.
to the rhythm to be covered in Georgia dirt.
They ask me, did it hurt?
I say, only when I laugh.
Been doing it like that for these many years.
You do the math.
I'm still in the lab like a yellow cow in the streets.
Like the mad circle, you'll trap your needs.
Dungeon Family.
Outcast people be legendary trend sellers of the century.
I'm a dick in the cave.
Here we go again.
I'm a dick in the cave.
The ultimate plus.
I'm a dick in the cave.
Here we go again.
Here we go again.
Here we go again.
Here we go again.
Here we go again.
Still turn and crawl off the bricks.
Out the trunk sale.
No red tape, no pile of tricks.
New shit, Kujo Goody, Mercury, flood the block.
Color section with that pot, liquor, let's the drop.
Dive the deal, keep it drip, blood, sweat, and tear.
Boo-boo now, kiki later, worth a hundred mil Bitch, chill, fuck you mean, don't comprehend your methods
We ain't going nowhere.
I'm looking at you, ma.
Yes.
