Hustlin', Hustlin’
We give and we take, it's a stake every day, tryna sell or buy something
Been in the game for some years, and trust me the fame ain't really ’bout nothing
See the good ones come and go, and it hurts, man the pain ain't really 'bout nothing
Trust me, aight
Had a move back, went with my yungen
It was nothin' bout candy, still had the sawn off one in the dustbin
But I been on a mad one, kicked in the door, and a man start clutching
Now you gotta get out there, sirens coming, live ones bussing
Remember when they raided the block, and I couldn't take off, I was out there stressing
Had my arm in a sling, packs in my pouch, see my young boy sentenced
Extra curricular action, all the mandem done weren't fencing
If they ain't on par we bench them
And they shouldn't give brains, that’s senseless
Was stuck in the hall and wass, always had money for weed, but brass
Went and got nines and Macs, when we shoulda moved out, got houses and flats
But your mind state’s floor, and your life like that
Cuz most man get rich just to come right back
Hustlin', hustlin’, every other day tryna make some
Muscling, bustling, if they ain't tryna give it, I take it
Like, picture me busking, now I'm tryna have options
Tryna get that coin, no jingling no rustling
We give and we take, it's a stake every day, tryna sell or buy something
Been in the game for some years, and trust me the fame ain't really ’bout nothing
See the good ones come and go, and it hurts, man the pain ain't really 'bout nothing
Trust me, aight
Had a move back, went with my yungen
It was nothin' bout candy, still had the sawn off one in the dustbin
But I been on a mad one, kicked in the door, and a man start clutching
Now you gotta get out there, sirens coming, live ones bussing
Remember when they raided the block, and I couldn't take off, I was out there stressing
Had my arm in a sling, packs in my pouch, see my young boy sentenced
Extra curricular action, all the mandem done weren't fencing
If they ain't on par we bench them
And they shouldn't give brains, that’s senseless
Was stuck in the hall and wass, always had money for weed, but brass
Went and got nines and Macs, when we shoulda moved out, got houses and flats
But your mind state’s floor, and your life like that
Cuz most man get rich just to come right back
Hustlin', hustlin’, every other day tryna make some
Muscling, bustling, if they ain't tryna give it, I take it
Like, picture me busking, now I'm tryna have options
Tryna get that coin, no jingling no rustling
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