Every day hustle I struggle and tassel
Always been a dream nightmare shuttle
I hustle hard I came from love for the street love
I worked hard, hard labour deep rap cause
I never see the Bugatti I'm getting Chockie
Live a hard-core life I'm just looking for the gap
I can't stop
I bend to my knees I asked the Lord if I'm at ease with this music
I just pray to my feet
And she doesn't want the fame I match it then we complete
I stay dark in the corner but my heart is a bleed.
I broke tears in my life I thought I'd keep
So the fight ain't good but I'm planning to win
I chose the life of a rapper, hard work in my sleep
I'm trying to survive in this heat
People tend to die while I walk in this street
Call me five star crazy I'll be killing this beat
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