Hustlenomics ISO Indies

[Verse 1]
They never understand
The trauma of a troubled man
Other than the fact that we black
And fold stacks in rubber bands
The hustlenomics of a brother
Tryna stack the economics
Get a nine to five or go to college
What's another option
Instead of searching for one
We getting searched for guns or drugs
Then we booked in a cell
Instead of using brain cells
We trapped in the mindset of going to jail
Instead of raising our kids right
We let em grow up themselves
Ain’t no guidance in my hood
Niggas up to no good in the borough
Gotta stay humble never boasting
With my generals toasting
Eating general tso's and we coasting
Rep the east coast yeah you know wassup
Head to utica ave and catch the four train
Been up for four days mind on purple haze
When my pen stain I go
Insane in the membrane
Never say shit in vain
Catch em in plain sight
Steady repping crown heights
If a nigga get out of pockets
We unplug his socket
Never let shit fly the lyrical shine
Could fuck up any target
I jump off my magic carpet
Aim precisely fuck up any cypher
Nigga pass the lighter and steam on