Hustle against the odds

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I'm like stop drop and roll
That's when the fire hit his soul
I heard the heater ain't for rookies
So they confiscate his pole
Then my OG taught three steps he said money, health then h*es
Christmas Day my broke my heart I saw my brother in a hole
Soccer really was his fate sadly he had to go
There's was no food on my plate so I had to run it up a whole
Hustle was a second trait poverty I had to taste
While them niggas making money and they rubbed it in my face
I told my mama it's ok we gonna have some better days
And my shawty say I'm nonchalant like f*ck I'm suppose say
I had no motion back in the days
I was a kid with no way with some boogers in my face
Saw mama on the bed with her eyes teary hey something click in side my head
Like go leave them n*ggas dead
I was plotting for a while like should I pop him in the shed
Cause my uncle was the feds
He'll snitch for some cheese
Man he'll snitch for bread
I'm just tryna live my life I just wanna make it out tryna be a better man wanna make my mama proud
So I hustle against the odds,
Then I hustle against the fools
Like Amendment number two we get Shiesty with the tools with them niggas up and hate
While I'm tryna get some food
We get money in my crew
B*tches love to send me nudes
What they boyfriend bouta do
Ian meant to be so rude
Then I stole a n*gga b*tch and a n*gga stole mine too
I guess karma is the truth hatred deep inside my roots
Grandma kick us out the house
Rainy days with no boots met some hittas along the way
They never hesitate to shoot
like an army they recruit but I had nothing to prove
I'm like stop drop and roll
That's when the fire hit his soul
I heard the heater ain't for rookies
So they confiscate his pole
Then my OG taught three steps he said
Money, health then h*es Christmas Day my broke my heart I saw my brother in a hole
Soccer really was his fate sadly he had to go
There's was no food on my plate so I had to run it up a whole
Hustle was a second trait poverty I had to taste
While them niggas making money and they rubbed it in my face
I told my mama it's ok we gonna have some better days
And my shawty say I'm nonchalant like f*ck I'm suppose say
I had no motion back in the days I was a kid with no way with some boogers in my face
Saw mama on the bed with her eyes teary hey something click in side my head
Like go leave them n*ggas dead
I was plotting for a while like should I pop him in the shed
Cause my uncle was the feds
He'll snitch for some cheese
Man he'll snitch for bread
I'm just tryna live my life I just wanna make it out tryna be a better man wanna make my mama proud
So I hustle against the odds,
Then I hustle against the fools
Like Amendment number two we get Shiesty with the tools with them niggas up and hate
While I'm tryna get some food
We get money in my crew
B*tches love to send me nudes
What they boyfriend bouta do

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