I was raised by the hustlers and drug dealers I was gamed by the ghost goons and blood suckers ain’t no love **** because ain’t no love back just some youngsters in bandannas how you love that I was just fourteen I popped that first pistol chrome baby 380 I named that bitch crystal FISTFULL on your knuckles make a **** official grab a bag of that Bush and stop thinking so wishful slumerican made fresh out the mud puddle I die about daughters kill about my blood brothers we just trying not to let the bullshit become us that’s why I tell my **** life is better when you hustle life is better when you hustle life is better when u hustle I didn’t come to compete I come here to eat get full put it back in the streets put it back in rotation like it’s back to the joint for my **** he didn’t make probation right I didn’t come here to preach but can a **** speak my intuition on life my mental location on the euros commas and zeros until I die holling only god knows only god can judge so we wealthy forever just like the road to life may we take it together like birds that flock we from the same feather that’s why I tell my **** life is better when you hustle life is better when you hustle when you hustle life is better when you hustle