I′m still a 9 to 5 nigga hustle on The side
Real niggas ride with em
Eight years down badHad to make it through the struggle
Now I'm focused on the cash
I got that pink card swangin From a 2 Time felon
To them legal straps banging
Lowkey when I′m riding Through
Skating Through yo city real g's Saying what it do
Early morning grinding yeah Daycare and school
Drop the kids off then
I'm right back on the move
Yuh paper chasing I use to Overthink it
Put some faith in the lord and Put some Faith in my hustle
Connected like Legos
I shape my life like Its playdoe
Yuh mvp never riding the Bench
Plotting on the paper you can Feel the Suspense
Sparking up this fire like I′m Pitching a Tent
That reference for the lyrics Not the weed In the swish
Surround myself with green Like its Namek or something
Unlocking my potential
I can′t panick or Nothing
My stamina jumping that Hidden lotus Boy I ain't frontin
Welcome to the west cameras On the Street lights
Dice games in the jets with my Triple b Homie
In that delta 88 had to keep that Thing on Me
Frank Young Park politicin With the Homies
I′m still a 9 to 5 nigga hustle on The side
Real niggas ride with em
Eight years down bad
Had to make it through the struggle
Now I'm focused on the cash
I got that pink card swangin From a 2 Time felon
To them legal straps banging
Lowkey when I′m riding Through
Skating Through yo city real g's Saying what it do
Flow hitting hella crisp McDonald′s sprite with a twist
Dark knight swinging through The city like they calling for me
Hard nights drowning in Depression
Demons calling for me
Long fight we separated no Alimony
On the phone with my uncle He's always Showing love
Bought my duckets like grunkle Stan its Going up
Shop28th and a pro club white Tee
Kudos to all the homies who Done made It free
Graviton with the pressure I Spin a x no Professor
You see it's all in my genes a Gifted mind Creative stride
Just do it like Nike these niggas Spite me
I′m on
Push myself to new limits Without the trends or the Gimmicks
And if you start then you finish Don′t Caught up with the hype
Start my day with a prayer Sleep with my Pistol at night
Burning wax in the crib sipping Tea Something slight
Ima run up these duckets i keep My flag On the right
