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M.O.P.
M.O.P.
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J. Grinnage
J. Grinnage
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E. Murray
E. Murray
Songwriter

Lyrics

Same game, different players yo Different players, same game yo Same game, different players yo But they don't hear me, listen See I done came from the bottom, I can never go back Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black To me it's all a hustle It's all a hustle From the bottom, I can never go back Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black To me it's all a hustle It's all a hustle Fuck a dollar and a dream, all I need is my lama and a scheme Some niggas sling their products to the fiends But i'm in the stinking ass Lincoln like Devaughn in Dead Presidents Riding with a lean, out for dead presidents St. Marxmen raised me, it's evident, I been thuggin' ever since Now I ain't do a bunch of time with mothafuckas up north But I push guns to the stomachs to them niggas that floss They say: "that boy Fame bad" got 'em going mad I don't use that word swag, it ain't in my vocab To my CBR rider niggas, put it in the air We don't push Katana's my nigga that's for them swigs I told the church lady put us in their prayers Illuminati try to put us in the chair It was a different game when I reminisce So when a nigga hatin', I just tell him this See I done came from the bottom, I can never go back Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black To me it's all a hustle It's all a hustle From the bottom, I can never go back Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black To me it's all a hustle It's all a hustle I'm a sinner i'm a sinner Voted most likely default from the beginning The high stakes, with no faith, and mo expectations to ever fit in with greatness They see me as amazing in places I can't pronounce now For ever gracious for that BK bounce now This factory chrome untinted, en route to an immaculate home nigga, owned not rented Since i'm in it, then I want it all, ain't no depression here So yeah you haters will always have a job I'm different from whatever you envision in the blog I'm an extension of a traditional nigga going hard This is Street Certified you don't wanna get involved My past to deep to be deleted from the log Don't see me as a rapper, the hood's where I fit Don't underestimate me dawg, remember this See I done came from the bottom, I can never go back Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black To me it's all a hustle It's all a hustle From the bottom, I can never go back Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black To me it's all a hustle It's all a hustle So when I wrote to the bottom, no it's not a problem I'm saluted in every hood, the goons know I got 'em I ain't the one to stunt but when I do niggas notice Blow through in that bitch like it's stolen Back around the block, got one in the slide All I got is my word, my balls and my pride Get splashed to the first 48 Worst case scenario, catch me after the first 48 When the heat get hot, I stays in the fault I rose with them wolves, that ride with them fo's Collide with you foes and now you surprised at the road That I chose, to survive and I rose From casing the dope spot, to paper you can't fold From beating a black top, to rocking these live shows I'm Danze, I can never be deprived from this glow I could tell you, but you already know See I done came from the bottom, I can never go back Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black To me it's all a hustle It's all a hustle From the bottom, I can never go back Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black To me it's all a hustle It's all a hustle
Writer(s): 0, Eric George Murray, Jamal Gerard Grinnage, Dennis Stehr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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