Hustlin For A Long Time Lyrics
feat. Blade
Separate me from these streets, lord
They tryina wear me down
I do this for my people
We try to make it out
My nigga went to prison, gave him 7 years
He said he was going through hell of in these streets for real
Shit, that boy was damned, not homeless
Not just cause he was dead broke
But cause everybody want him
His head off his shoulders
His mama house got shot so many times
That she ran and moved to Georgia
When them killers can't find you
That's what they resort to
And when they on they manhood, your love warns you..
So think before you move nigga
I rather be judged by 12, than carried by 6
So I'ma keep that tool with me
And he say he don't never think about death
Sliding one deep, cause he was born by himself
Will there ever be peace, hell I feel like pac
Often wanna know his last thoughts the night he got shot
I'm doing this one for my g's tryina find a way out
My nigga keep on grinding and watch how I play out, straight up!
[Hook]
A wise man one told me, that them niggas ain't your niggas
Ain't no put your trust in the bitches boy, but
We all make mistakes, and we all take losses
That's the part of the game, and I know
That change gonn come, homie
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We can't stop, ain't over till it's over
I've been hustling for a long time
I've been hustling for a long time
Separate me from these streets, lord
I do this for my people
Bitch I've been down ever since I could remember
Cold winter, pea and lasacce just for dinner
Whole livin, mama dating different niggas, no father figure
Tryina figure how to make a dollar from a lousy nickel
Sometimes I sip a little liquor just to ease the pain
Keep sippin till I float away
They saying no place for a nigga, no place for a nigga
I feel my aunt looking down on me
Uncle he don't tell me keep it real and hold it down
Only talk to my mama every blue moon
Watch my grand daddy out the blue gone too soon
This cold world got a hold on a nigga
Got my dog doing time, cause they told on my nigga, argh
Have mercy on the soul of a nigga
As ice cold, lord take the soul on a nigga
[Hook]
A wise man one told me, that them niggas ain't your niggas
Ain't no put your trust in the bitches boy, but
We all make mistakes, and we all take losses
That's the part of the game, and I know
That change gonn come, homie
We can't stop, ain't over till it's over
I've been hustling for a long time
I've been hustling for a long time.
