[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Dedicating this one to the streets
Detroit (Hustlers worldwide)
Any nigga gotta hustle
(Westside, Eastside, Southwest)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Any nigga putting food on they table
No matter what way you gotta do it
But stay low, out the way
[Verse 1]
Another day, another dollar I make
Another risk I take, dodging haters and the Jake
Mama tell me to keep my head up
I gotta get my bread up
Who would've knew I'd have to give my legs up?
Sitting up in a wheelchair
Preacher like, "Son be glad that your still here"
Still where?
It's feeling like a part of me gone
I'll be glad when my brother get home
That's when I learn that
Life is life; you live or die
I guess that's why everyday I get high
Got a wife now, two kids in my life now
Feds trying to 'dict because of my mobish lifestyle
My pops like, "dawg just pipe down."
Same day I took the Benz filled the trunk with sounds
And then I took a little trip, filled the trunk with pounds
If my dead homie Mike he could see me now (Come on)
[Monologue]
I remember being broke without a dime
You know, niggas ain't wanna fuck with me, you know what I'm saying?
Now a nigga got cheese
Phone won't stop ringing
You know what I'm saying?
Niggas won't stop hollering at a nigga
It's crazy how when you on top
[Verse 2]
To all my homies caught in the streets:
I don't blame you, dog, do what you do to eat
New kicks on you feet, new clothes on your back
Got a knot in your pocket, you don't know how to act
Cause you never had nothing, a product of the slums
Now you got funds, now life seems fun
Dawg, pump ya breaks, watch for snakes
Fake niggas ain't far, dog, they right in your face
They riding in the car blowing gan' with ya'
You think he your man, he just waiting to get you
He'll steal ya' custo's, steal ya' hustle
Soon as you go down, he ain't nowhere to be found
Sounds crazy and I ain't trying to preach
But to each his own, that's why I keep the chrome
And they'll never get another chance to take me out
And nigga next time you better take me out
[Monologue]
Damn, this nigga ran up from the crib
Popped me up, tou know what I'm saying?
While laying with the fam'
Laying in the hospital like, "Shit"
Nigga's still alive and well
It's going down
[Verse 3]
Little Blade need a new bike
His mama need new ice
That's why I hustle all day, all night
Out of sight, out of mind
Keep my eye on the grind
So, stay out of mine or get sprayed with the 9
And this my life dawg and I ain't braggin'
Mag in the stash of the Chrysler wagon
I heard they put a tag on my head (Tag on my head)
Well, get ya' money back, dog, I ain't dead
I ain't broke, matter fact a lil' bit richer
When I was young I learned to look at the bigger picture
See, the snitches go to hell, rich niggas just want mail
My niggas upstate just wanna get out of jail
And to you bitch ass niggas that shot me up dog...
(I wanna give it all to you)
[Outro]
Yeah, I remember, you know, driving up the freeway
Dropping my brother off at the fed joint
You know what I'm saying?
I'm like "Dog, I got you"
Two weeks later, dude, he calling me from the hospital
Dog, you still alive nigga, fuck the bullshit
Yeah, but barely dog, barely breathing
You know what I'm saying?
It's like a time to remember you know what I'm saying?
I'm trying to forget that shit
Going through rehab with my headphones on like
"I can't wait to walk again, I can't wait to walk again"
You know what I'm saying?
Now I'm back up on my feet
You know what I'm saying?
Ain't shit changed, I ain't missed nothing
