Still strugglin, still hustlin, tryin to get my on Fresh outta retirement, you know I ain't tryin to off, Too records, we ain't tryin to fall off We ain't goin nowhere, I'm to see everybody make money I see everybody get paid, everybody
Another day, another dollar And I'm still out strugglin Caught in the game, and I'm hustlin Don't trust my closest friends
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Don't ever say you can't do it, not that hard You wanna be a lawyer, you wanna be a You can do you wanna do Forget what they say, as as you believe in you chasing your dreams, wherever they take you You hustle, which shouldn't have to make you Get money on, like I always said It's playin like a old song in your You say it ain't in the hood I know folks in the ghetto livin good Now tell me how you get there, tell the man, too You got it, give him yours, cause he got less than you Give him game, and all he need The knowledge, to plant seed And make it grow, get the though I make money, I'm trying to get some more You gotta be the at what you do, and even though you ain't just how you need to think Don't tell me no, I already up my mind It's going down my way this I'm so deep this like I'm in some pussy, fucking my bitch I've going platinum, you walk by You player-hate, don't try
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Don't ever quit, you get started on til the end, til you're dearly departed You know you can't quit, too much invested You learned your lesson, no for stressing in the mirror, trying to act hard Walking down the street, thinking a car I been there a million I'm like baby, dee, I got a million I been a mc since 1983 When was singing sucka mc's Niggaz in the ride too $hort Rolling vogues, smoking newports studios, in my room making tapes When I moved up to from l.a. I was a square, I gotta lie to you I rapping, I was fresh outta private school Now I'm old school, too $hort, what ya heard ain't no way I could memorize all these words I been rapping for years, game Twenty years from now, you could say the thing If you determined, at me I'm getting on the car, used to two feet Back in the day, dope fiend Based on sunnyside, up to birch street
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Don't say it's old, I know you wanna go gold to be like me is getting old It's proven, there's only one too $hort Most player, you know the sport It's time to be you, cause being me comes to me I you make it in the industry You work on wall street, or be a doctor in a hospital As long as you're happy, I you got a little Stash, stack cash And keep hustling, cause it ain't last How many times you seen a broke nigga, to be a dope dealer Make some money, and turn into a cold Alot of people up like that But alot of y'all faking that ya hold gat Now little ass is out You realized, you took the wrong route You got of talent, don't let it go to waste on the ground, with dirt in ya face I know the trap, circumstances make ya crack Shotguns and change, take us all To slave-free, when the days would be Long and hot, nobody paying me days we have opportunities To blow up and back to our communities