Hustlers, Dreamers, Schemers

Open your eyes See what you find While you're alive Wake up time You wasting time Make some time Get in line I've been so focused in on working overtime Cuz there's some guy online that says I have to go and take what's mine Apparently trading sleep for beats can really up the lower line So I need a different mind Nah I need a different view Tell you the truth I really need about 24 more hours At week's end just to make do Not much of an excuse It's really the ándale, ándales Ain't gonna make up for all the alarms that I slept through A crime I confess to Then made an arrest too Now I'm just serving my sentences Hoping I get through I just hope that I get through Well I don't know about this no more Should I listen to the hustlers, dreamers, schemers Or the still, small voice in my soul I don't know Lord I don't want this no more Do I listen to the hustlers, dreamers, and schemers Or the still, small voice in my soul I should know Wake up time You next line Make some time Get in—wait What if I never went another week on earth Plenty a people wit passion n' dreams in dirt I just don't wanna be another fiend Rehearse, Relearn, Rework, Rewire Reboot, Retool my kit for files to expire And ain't no save for the next time Then again, what if I manage to see this thru And I make new moves Would the hype be cool I don't even really know how to book venues I got a wife that needs some attention too How much of me would be left When my hotline cools When my hotline cools Well I don't know about this no more Should I listen to the hustlers, dreamers, schemers Or the still, small voice in my soul I don't know Lord I don't want this no more Should I listen to the hustlers, dreamers, and schemers Or the still, small voice in my soul I should know I don't know about this no more Should I listen to the hustlers, dreamers, schemers Or the still, small voice in my soul I don't know Lord I don't want this no more Should I listen to the hustlers, dreamers, and schemers Or the still, small voice in my soul I should know Open your eyes See what you'll find While you're alive This is for people trapped in them meetings Nine, Two, Five is the sequence Who drown their Monday in bottles And making love on the weekends I've opened your story And what I've found between the lines is a propensity for liabilities Ignoring every asset you could be stacking up Bodies on the bed the only things that keep racking up So proud of you family, Bagged penny, why should it matter huh? Lil suga for papi ain't kept nobody from packing up Sheesh Seasons change The reasons range The greed remains To breed the same, it's never enough I ain't trying to shade or blame Play the game but the prize is never a buck I'm just making sure we hunting wise Before we shoot the sky Lining the ducks Never pausing to see what we're really even doing this for