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Look Do I love it do I lust it? The struggle of a hustla Life of a banger, and death is no stranger I know 'em like it's kin to me, took a few friends from me It all make sense one day eventually I guess so Granny said it happen and it's meant to be, just let go But I can't, this shit keep itchin' me, like Them niggas outta line how they came through Shot 'em in his face point blank, left his brains blew Now who gon' go for 'em? Probably be the same crew When bangin' is your religion, it's like a sin not to A lotta niggas ain't cut from that same cloth Them, I give 'em space, gotta play it safe 'Cause hard niggas turn holy when they catch a case I still bark, real talk, I'll never fake In Hyde Park late night, still chop a eighth And grind with the homies, serve dimes with the homies From dope spots peekin' out blinds with the homies Still lookin' for a better way The smokers keep comin', droppin' work in they bucket Another day, another dollar to make And I be on the block All night grindin', I don't take no breaks (I'll be on the block) All day grindin', I don't take no breaks (I'll be on the block) All night grindin', I don't take no breaks (Hey) 'Cause I do it the hussle way I'm in a '85 Regal, no tint, you see clear through Young nigga, lookin' life in the rear view Burner on my lap, kush in my ashtray And that's how I'ma play it 'til my last day I'm used to gettin' money in the fast lane And I only fuck with bitches that be nasty Leather and wood, my money is good And I'm like a young celebrity in every hood Gold ropes for the crew, chrome spokes on my coupe, two seater Then I take off the roof like Katrina And slide like a Visa up Slauson in a Beamer Call me what you want just don't call me a dreamer 'Cause mines is reality Grind, no salary I came a long way from sellin' grams off Gramercy Boulders off Brynhurst and sevens off Slauson Now I got options, now I got it poppin' From dope spots peekin' out blinds with the homies Still lookin' for a better way The smokers keep comin', droppin' work in they bucket Another day, another dollar to make And I be on the block All night grindin', I don't take no breaks (I'll be on the block) All day grindin', I don't take no breaks (I'll be on the block) All night grindin', I don't take no breaks (Hey) 'Cause I do it the hussle way Look Take away my granny blessings I'd be history Them bullets cuz shot through my 'Lac wouldn't have missed me Come to my hood, say my name, I ain't no mystery I'm probably in the spot, feel the hustla's energy In the kitchen countin' cash, watchin' cocaine chemistry Cookin' into crack, I was lookin' into rap Hard to focus on my dreams when I'm lookin' at the facts Shootin' down the street, now I'm lookin' at my MAC And you can tell just lookin' at the facts It's a coffin or a cell if you young and you black With your name on it Still, every car pass, bang on it If you gon' do it, do it right and put that thang on you You too deep in it to quit, I know the pain of it You love the game but knowin' that the game doesn't Love you back, love the fact this the same struggle City to city, we products of the same hustle From dope spots peekin' out blinds with the homies Still lookin' for a better way The smokers keep comin', droppin' work in they bucket Another day, another dollar to make And I be on the block All night grindin', I don't take no breaks (I'll be on the block) All day grindin', I don't take no breaks (I'll be on the block) All night grindin', I don't take no breaks (Hey) 'Cause I do it the hussle way
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