Keep Me Hustlin (feat. Rexx Life Raj)

Buyin' bubbles, sellin' stones was the easy route
 Mama stressin', it's a blessing just to see her smile
 Preachin' prison prevention but couldn't keep me out
 Came to visit, this ain't how I want you see your
 child
 Chiefing loud, thinking back on how you kicked me
 out
 It tripped me out but I just wiggled, you was wiggin'
 out
 I'm in your house at 25, sleepin' on the couch
 Told me get a job, I said I got it figured out
 They see me down, ain't no way I let 'em keep me
 down
 Look around, things different ma, we peachy now
 We eatin' now, this that shit I used to dream about
 We on this baggage claim tour, you can keep the
 clout
 When you rise above the madness, pull your people
 out
 Too many claim to be the plug for it to be a drought
 Family come before the fetty, ain't no keepin' count
 The family come before the fetty, ain't no keepin'
 count
 Every nigga that started with me was starvin' with
 me
 I was trapped in them trenches rockin' a bald glizzy
 Gave my granny a hundred before I bought a Bentley
 Traumatic pain in my features, they say it
 compliment me
 The consequences is fatal if you don't rock a yeeky
 My geographics is greezy, they don't believe in
 Jesus
 Keep a distance from leeches, that ought to teach
 you somethin'
 Two little girls, that's what keep me hustlin'
 I'm thinkin' Rollies when that backend clear
 I refuse to end up back on the tier, my biggest fear
 It's been back to back, losin' my peers over the
 years
 Conversate with Gracie and Mil like I can hear 'em
 This shit serious, that yeeky is mandatory, period
 I had to learn from experience, crime boss
 appearance
 Chase the luggage and secure it, probably blow it
 later
 She don't want to see you with no paper then that ho
 a hater
 Checkin' on you when I call, nigga I don't want no
 favor
 Checkin' on you when I call, nigga don't want no
 favor
 You ain't really tryna ball, nigga don't want no paper
 You ain't body nothin', niggas ain't on they gangster
 Remember I came from nothin', it was slummy for
 me
 The city finally crowned me king, all these diamonds
 on me
 Ayy I'll die for one of mines, it's only righteous on me
 And I advise you not to try me homie, yeah
 Every nigga that started with me was starvin' with
 me
 I was trapped in them trenches rockin' a bald glizzy
 Gave my granny a hundred before I bought a Bentley
 Traumatic pain in my features, they say it
 compliment me
 The consequences is fatal if you don't rock a yeeky
 My geographics is greezy, they don't believe in
 Jesus
 Keep a distance from leeches, that ought to teach
 you somethin'
 Two little girls, that's what keep me hustlin'
 My mama pray I keep the sin away
 Can't say I believe in prayer, but she be prayin'
 anyway
 Why the system set up to put my niggas away?
 When every risk we take is just to put it on the
 dinner plate
 And feed the fam, we're in a famine
 Riskin' freedom just to get established
 Peas in the pod, peas in the package
 Why I only talk to God when I hope it's landing?
 How selfish, I'm sick of the feeling of feeling
 helpless
 I'm sick of the fear, niggas is jealous
 I'm sick of feeling we only go as far as they let us
 We sick of niggas who get some money and then
 forget us
 Tryna play the game and you gon' play yourself
 You can't save nobody 'til you save yourself
 Save yourself