My Love Ones Screwed Up Click (Ft. Big Pokey, Chris Ward, H.A.W.K. & Lil' Keke)

For my loved ones...

[H.A.W.K.]
Nine AM in the morning, everyday I wake
On the next pillow case, by my son's face
Gotta make some'ing shake, I kneel down and say my grace
I'ma hustle, till my motherfucking cash in place
Wake my boy up at eight, and then I proceed
To clothe and feed, and give him the knowledge he need
To spell write and read, And to take the lead
So he'll succeed, and he'll grow my younger seed
Then there's Pat, he knows where my heart is at
We play and chat, at times I think I'm playing with Pat
I know he's gone, sometimes he stays up in my hat
And I would give my last breath, if I could bring you back
His son is mine, he has our blood line
A beautiful mind, and here to suffice my grind
As for my niece, early got me on a leash
I wreck these beats, cause my kids got to eat

[Chris Ward]
I stay mashing for Young Whodi, his brother and his mother
That's my justification, for always hanging in the gutter
But it's so hot on the block, sometimes I feel I'm being smothered
This is my struggle, and what I do to make my feddy double
So how can I say I'm grinding for two, when I'm grinding for three
And there's really four of us, cause I forgot about me
I understand, there's no I in We
But I know if I can turn this dollar into a five, I can turn that five into a thee
So therefore, I'm trying to get my money as long as I can get it
By the good grace of God, for as long as I can get it
So if you still with it, then I'm with it
Well let's do it first, and then talk about how we did it
I possess the blood of a hustler, pumping through my veins
Though the sun shines, sometimes it feels like thunder and rain
If you could stand, one day in my shoes
Uh I promise, you still couldn't feel my hunger pains