[Verse 1]
Man I been hustlin and I been strugglin
But I swear to God that shit is so humblin
I don't depend on no help from the government
They let they pockets grow, while we are sufferin
I'm independent and i'm really lovin it
My music is starting to go where I want it
Remember the time we were stumblin
Yeah we got lost and we needed some compasses
When we was broke, we had noodles for supper
Then open the cupboards, there's little or nothin in
And, boys in the hood selling drugs again
Till they get locked up by cops in the dungeons
And all of my brothers that's gonna look up to them
Hoping they save me a spot when I come up to them
Back in high school we were so full of trouble
Then smoking my weed, in then class we was bunkin it
Then I was hustlin
Up in the streets all my homies belonged to the numbers
And I was so innocent, I saw so much with them
All of the pain and emotion, was crumblin
All of they feelings and pills they was crushin it
Look in they jeans, there's probably a gun in it
The plan is for human destructiveness
I do not know how the planet has come to this
But we still hustlin, it is too much for him
All of the pressure can feel like a ton of bricks
That I am carrying
I lift it up then put all the weight on my shoulders
My muscles big
I am discovering
Money is evil but everything
And it's puzzlin
Sometimes I feel I had enough of this
So this is me writing my bucket list
Man I been hustlin and I been strugglin
But I swear to God that shit is so humblin
I don't depend on no help from the government
They let they pockets grow, while we are sufferin
I'm independent and i'm really lovin it
My music is starting to go where I want it
Remember the time we were stumblin
Yeah we got lost and we needed some compasses
When we was broke, we had noodles for supper
Then open the cupboards, there's little or nothin in
And, boys in the hood selling drugs again
Till they get locked up by cops in the dungeons
And all of my brothers that's gonna look up to them
Hoping they save me a spot when I come up to them
Back in high school we were so full of trouble
Then smoking my weed, in then class we was bunkin it
Then I was hustlin
Up in the streets all my homies belonged to the numbers
And I was so innocent, I saw so much with them
All of the pain and emotion, was crumblin
All of they feelings and pills they was crushin it
Look in they jeans, there's probably a gun in it
The plan is for human destructiveness
I do not know how the planet has come to this
But we still hustlin, it is too much for him
All of the pressure can feel like a ton of bricks
That I am carrying
I lift it up then put all the weight on my shoulders
My muscles big
I am discovering
Money is evil but everything
And it's puzzlin
Sometimes I feel I had enough of this
So this is me writing my bucket list
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