American Hustler

Woah yeah, we just getting by Hey now now, I’m just getting by Uh huh, we just getting by Hey now now, I’m just getting by I hustle hard, its what keeps me alive If I let it overcome me it could eat me alive But I'm peaceful inside, the heat from my mind Left over on the street in every beat that I ride What you know I'm out grinding the work Time to be heard new policy rappers grind or be hurt If the truth is what you spit about then mine is the curse Cloud eight is heaven Cloud nine is my verse Child try to rehearse this game is very diligent you ain't gon' meet a illa-kid name another realer than A-U-D-I-O ain't you feeling it The Chain gain maintain reign Major militant me without the hustle something to hard to believe like bad news or Detroit without the heart of Rasheed we all see, I gotta wear my heart on my sleeve and it goes out to B.I.G.’s that just got daughters to feed Woah yeah, we just getting by Hey now now, I’m just getting by Uh huh, we just getting by Hey now now, I’m just getting by When its too late for you to be out We doing about eighty percent of the tentative moves on our route no sleep we like a juvenile child still move the crowd beautiful like Jewel of the Nile These cats don’t know about the hustle and flow Like skinny-black man, you get bust in the nose Who you want to glorify its either us or the hoes Like Nate said 7 days the same dust on our clothes Oh no, fella move back and holler quick We taking over the industry on some power shit You get left off like b-boy acknowledgments Steal ya dollars quick like Detroit politics Uncle Sam man he be demanding the papes spend your whole life running from the man and the jakes I know friends handling weight that rather be straight How many grams you think it take to fill a family of eight Woah yeah, we just getting by Hey now now, I’m just getting by Uh huh, we just getting by Hey now now, I’m just getting by He's a hustler hes not a customer The boy walk down the street with a button up Shoes laced new shades tilted just a touch Money stick to his hands like they was suction cups They all see em wanna be em be comparing his scheme He told em cherish your team and keep your area clean When you die like pharoes you should bury your cream So the underground can see this real American dream You deserve hydraulics bending curbs wide bodies Spinning herb while hotties do that dirt drop knowledge Holler we on a mission to hit it then we switch wallets Officially fit to viciously spit like Chris Wallace Get off it and call it what you want we is ballers Our cribs a bit smaller But we don’t mind ‘cuz we just grind Until the day that we day die we gonna be just fine