| Some say that I’m worried, no homie I’m cautious,
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| Sleep with one eye open case somebody approaches.
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| Shit. |
| I hardly trust no one just a chosen few,
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| Ain’t no tellin what’s some men for some money will do,
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| Like some VIP soldiers just call me the gambler,
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| Deal the cards, roll the dice, money’s all on the table,
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| I ain’t worried about what tomorrow’s g’on bring,
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| I don’t fear being hated, Understand what I am saying,
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| I don’t fear being hated, I done been there before,
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| In the dark, in the cold I been left out alone,
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| I ain’t worried about nothing, It’s my family I treasure.
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| Not the future, my career, Nothing lasts forever,
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| When your dead nothing matters, you ain’t takin nothin with you,
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| Not the money, not the thoughts of you hoping that they miss you,
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| But while I am here I’m a go for it all.
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| Cause I’m a hustler Motherfucker, I’m a ball will I fall
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| One, two you know what do, Just hustlin'
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| One, two you know what do, Just hustlin'
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| It’s time to break the chain and escape the pain,
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| Too much loot in the game gotta stake my claim,
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| You rappers want a taste of fame, And go out chasin dames,
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| I’m a corner the market, Cause I got gate to gain,
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| I’m gonna split profit and expand,
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| Cause money and power, homie go hand in hand,
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| I’m just hustlin serving the friends who got the jones,
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| From microphones, I pay cash for what I own,
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| In my zone, see it in my face and you know,
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| Going metal to metal in every ghetto to ghetto,
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| I’m at the threshold for somethin' epic,
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| Expect it my work ethic is nothing shorter than breathless,
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| From Cali to Florida and every corridor around this whole globe,
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| This track is kickin with that old soul,
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| I’m gonna blow it up, tone up my vocals,
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| Whether TV or film etc. I’m goin global |