FloccMyers - Hustle Lyrics

I ran up a check
In these trenches
I do what it takes to
Ger Mines

If grinding a crime
Then I should be fined

Not lookin
For no handouts
I hustle for mines

I'm from a place with no hope
You gotta work with what you got
I'm just a product of my Environment
Most don't make it
Where I'm from
Labels looking over me
Neggas plot on me
Ion give a f*ck it ain't
Stopping me
Mama told me
That I gotta make it
So I gotta take it
I'm so tired of waiting
When my uncle died that shit drove Me crazy
Rest in peace to real negga
Got to keep grinding
I need 7 figures
Really bout that action
You a action figure
You not getting cash
I can't f*ck with ya
Im Walking lick
Cause I keep a bag
No slowing down
My foot on the gas
Backwood burning
I blow on that gas

I can see the hate
From a mile away
Walked in that rain
Heart full of pain
Lot of shit changed
Never be same
But I know I gotta
Maintain
I got people
That depend on me
Mama told me
That she proud of me
I still remember when they doubted Me
Weight of the world on both my
Shoulders But
Carry that shit like a soldier
Drippin I move like a miltant
Soldier
Stick Tucked in my denims
No holster
I took off like a G6
Back When I started I didn't
Have shit
Now I f*ck up racks
For the f*ck of it

I was really in them trenchez
Searching for them benjies