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