Hustler DNA

Stopher I see you Grip the mic and I do my shit again And again and again All the problems that seemed big We seem to solve em like a maze And I sure as hell don't wanna go bakk You know this life full of phase How you say that I'm lucky, lucky Bet that man must be junkie Must be high as f*ck, high as f*ck I got this hustle in my blood Flowing through my vein In my DNA I'm a champion, champion I got the club going up Got arenas blowing up And the people show me love Breath of fresh air, I never gave up I be running these streets for real Why you think they call me Don huh And these days I set trends For sure my money getting long And you know what this shit mean That I'm always gonna turn up And the pretty ass girls wanna pose for a pic Next thing they wanna show up at the crib Start of 22, Southside I was up the creek Down bad, this shit deeper than a dip What the future hold you can't tell Take the risk, might as well I'm fully booked like a shelf Hop out the fleet to the jet Grip the mic and I do my shit again And again and again All the problems that seemed big We seem to solve em like a maze And I sure as hell don't wanna go bakk (no no no) You know this life full of phase How you say that I'm lucky, lucky Bet that man must be junkie Must be high as f*ck, high as f*ck I got this hustle in my blood This shit flowing in my veins, in my DNA I'm a hustler, hustler I got this hustle in my blood This shit flowing through my veins, in my DNA Through the soft and the hard I give thanks to Jah He brought me this far And I'm here now Done the things I always wanna do Done way more yet I'm not done Wind and rain can't stop the flame that sparks the fire So no matter how rigorous the journey be, make you no tire All my brother's blowing up And they share updates with boys Cos they know how the thing dey go If you go you sev you go know E no easy But regardless you gotta push If it ain't end ain't happy, nobody wanna hear dat story dawg Grip the mic and I do my shit again And again, and again (ooh) I was not deterred because fate awarded me a degree B.A, begin again Believing that behind every dark cloud, there's a silver lining My son, Peredewari Write this on the tablet of your heart The man the world call lucky will tell you That success comes not by wishing But by hardwork bravely done I wish you the best of luck as you sojourn on, on life's rough ways