It don't matter if its right or wrong

I'ma get my hustle on, you acting like its something wrong

I'm just tryin put my peoples on

Gotta get off that to each his own

I'm from the era of medicine bottles are pure

El caminos, leather bombers with furs

Uncle drinking (gallus?) or coors

People knocking at your door for sugar

My play clothes was corduroy jeans

Patches on the knees kangaroos and (opie?)

A young child with a vision of better living, this life

Hoping I never had to end up in prison

Cause in the hoods everybody's guilty, just by association

They way the poles be posted, waiting more like close to hating

But I was taught never fit the description, never tell your business

And when its beef pop extended clips in

Moving intuitive, cause the first street lesson

Usually is watch who you get into it with

Cruising at 10, bulletproof fueling the engine

Now choose a side you either hoeing or pimping

And that's a big difference know the position

Either you Indian or Chief at the podium with soldiers to listen

But yo

It don't matter if its right or wrong

I'ma get my hustle on, you acting like its something wrong

I'm just tryin put my peoples on

Gotta get off that to each his own

Park shootouts, dice games, and beat boxing

Hundred dollar double ups it was the street option

Barber shop talk, ya forced to listen

Grown folks arguing, that's how you got your latest sport statistics

Candy houses on every block, hydraulic pickups

Liftin it up with heavy knock, had **** yellin stick up

When rappin was an art, I had a flattop with a part

But now I rock a kundalini spiral to the top

Fourteen years the same crew, stay true

No need to name a few, just know we payed dues and came anew

Straight out the golden age, real talk before the paper started folding

Hustling's the only culture that we still upholding

Who would of thought i'd be bubbling next, bubbling checks

I got you staring at my character be double X

What you been witnessing is histories making

But before I finish the song there's something you should know

It don't matter if its right or wrong

I'ma get my hustle on, you acting like its something wrong

I'm just tryin put my peoples on

Gotta get off that to each his own

As the world keeps turning, dollars we keep burning

Product and politics high checks keep it going

I was born to hustle

All my life I was taught, work hard at it

We was born to struggle

Its been a long time coming but i'm finally here

This how we do it round this time of the year

Moving up from thousandnaires

My version of the streets to blunted fans

I write to inspire one hundred mans, so check it

Sean Don nights, city life, finicky fights

Bag session, broke **** rock the dingiest Nikes

Was known since the first gang was formed

So through every block I get a pass, even when my chains is on

My path is blessed like multiple choice, Feeling the bubbles like

Driving the vehicle to pass the test, in the flesh of a vessel

Street credibility is unquestionable, and i'm here to let you know

It don't matter if its right or wrong

I'ma get my hustle on, you acting like its something wrong

I'm just tryin put my peoples on

Gotta get off that to each his own