This is for the hustlas hustlas . . .
That’s the way that we hustle ’cause we struggle everyday [everyday . . .].
Pain . . . so much pain.
Come follow me. Now back in the day we still was thuggin’ nothin’ changed.
Always into somethin’ whatever you name it. Young thug with my niggas is one
Love. Lil’ bad ass niggas sneaky a calm collected slickster. I might not
Have been on the scene but you can believe I was in the picture. In the
Mixture, sellin’ llello, scrappin’, carjackin’, gunpackin’. I’m lackin’
Everything you can imagine so I’m prayin’, rappin’, they’d get me outta this
Jam, damn just gimme a chance. I’ll keep ’em dancin’ [dancin’] all night [all
Night]. When times get harder and harder, my dreams got further and further
Away. And nigga, I chased ’em, but couldn’t catch ’em to save my life. So now
I’m thuggin’ on this corner. I gotta increase my financial status. I chanced
It, fuckin’ with these rollers when they roll up. Yeah, don’t wanna be locked
In no cell, but I also can’t take strippings and be broke with no mail. Oh, yes
It’s hell, and they say that gets easier, but to me it !
Only got deeper and deeper.
That’s the way that we hustle, ’cause we struggle everyday [everyday . . .].
Pain . . . so much pain.
Just turned eightteen and caught my first case: incarcerated—caught with a