My Music Hustle M.A.B. (Ft. JAY-Z)
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My Music Hustle
Real pain for a real nigga
This small world made me feel bigger
When life gives you the blues
Use that pain to make a teal picture! (ChiYea)
[Verse 1]
Single parenting must have its toll
All alone and can't never fold
Cuz when they do then it all unrolls
All of a sudden that kid in the streets, and on patrol
You know, how it go. The story pretty cliche
46 shootings in just 3 days
Blame it on the kids, cuz the little that they know
Everyone forgot everything starts at the home (ChiYea)
It starts with the soul, (ChiYea) next comes the foundation
But that all starts to crumble when mom or dad become vacant!
They one must search substance that something makes then complacent!
It's in our soul to hustle. We been that way since the caveman!
Then we came through slaveships, With our past erased and
Now we out here thinking that we started in the basement
We started at the top. The pyramids, we made them
Now in concrete jungle, we dying all on the pavement! (Trapped!)
Real pain for a real nigga
This small world made me feel bigger
When life gives you the blues
Use that pain to make a teal picture! (ChiYea)
[Verse 1]
Single parenting must have its toll
All alone and can't never fold
Cuz when they do then it all unrolls
All of a sudden that kid in the streets, and on patrol
You know, how it go. The story pretty cliche
46 shootings in just 3 days
Blame it on the kids, cuz the little that they know
Everyone forgot everything starts at the home (ChiYea)
It starts with the soul, (ChiYea) next comes the foundation
But that all starts to crumble when mom or dad become vacant!
They one must search substance that something makes then complacent!
It's in our soul to hustle. We been that way since the caveman!
Then we came through slaveships, With our past erased and
Now we out here thinking that we started in the basement
We started at the top. The pyramids, we made them
Now in concrete jungle, we dying all on the pavement! (Trapped!)
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