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Seem like the hard time be the worst time, But it be the best. The struggle bring the Hustle out of you. You gon' grind or you Gon' scratch. You on the block, if you get Locked, then who gon' pay for Mondue's rent? But you under ten, tryna spend on whoever dissin'. I been workin' hard just so pop can quit His job. Bought my sister that business, start her Own hair salon. Put my brother in that Bentley 'cause we slept on bunks together. Conversation about the struggle tellin' me it's gon' Get better. Hot as hell, no air conditioner, Mondue's like, "Let up the window." All my people crossin' bridges just to get us Shit for Christmas. Everybody wanna stay with us but Don't know how we livin'. 'Fore we went to Bed hungry, Mondue's dead and we gettin' it. I'ma pay you back. I'm in the city now Gettin' trailed around by seven lacs. And them members real close with all them dirty Scouts. It went too far, it ain't no way We ever squashing that. It's overkill, we walking Over dude, so ain't no coming back. Ayy, as a kid, I always knew I'd be Rich as fuck. Wanted to be like the D Boys I seen growing up. Pulling up big wheels on an old school or Caddy truck. Handing out money, look at me doing That same stuff. Time be flying, can't believe how Fast I growed up. Wouldn't understand this shit the Way the streets had showed up. Sis had to hit me from the brick like, "Cup, keep going up." Stick to that music, run It up, the block forever stuck. Told them I'm thugging, if they play then I'll Be in there. 'Cause ain't no question, anytime you Know I'm sliding. Can't help it, mom, a product Of my environment. You stop that crying, Better Yo, fuck up your whole day, just ran Across a dirty Dre. A couple thousand in my Pocket I can give away. Here go the play, hit up that boy and Throw that bitch away. Don't send no threats, sit Back and chill, just better not fucking play. Been getting my mind right, you know I'ma pop Out when that time right. Big heart like a Soldier, I'ma step up in that limelight. Ma always told me, "Don't be crying when it's Your time." You can't do no time, better not Go commit no crimes, boy. My life like a movie, these ain't just no Fucking rhymes, boy. Ain't nothing to be played With, go on and try, I'll blow your mind For it. So eager where my people stay, pray To see them better days. It rained then cleared Up, then it rained, then went back away. Seem like the hard time be the worst time, But it be the best. The struggle bring the Hustle out of you. You gon' grind or you Gon' scratch. You on the block, if you get Locked, then who gon' pay for Mondue's rent? But you under ten, tryna spend on whoever dissin'. I been workin' hard just so pop can quit His job. Bought my sister that business, start her Own hair salon. Put my brother in that Bentley 'cause we slept on bunks together. Conversation about the struggle tellin' me it's gon' Get better. Hot as hell, no air conditioner, Mondue's like, "Let up the window." All my people crossin' bridges just to get us Shit for Christmas. Everybody wanna stay with us but Don't know how we livin'. 'Fore we went to Bed hungry, Mondue's dead and we gettin' it. I'ma pay you back. I'm in the city now Gettin' trailed around by seven lacs. And them members real close with all them dirty Scouts. It went too far, it ain't no way We ever squashing that. It's overkill, we walking Over dude, so ain't no coming back. It's overkill, we walking over dude, so ain't no Coming back.
BiC Fizzle — Chief
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