| Hustle 'til I’m living good
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| No college, to greed with the streets, shit was understood
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| Moms did everything she could, tried to keep me from the neighborhood
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| But I had to learn it on my own
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| All on my own
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| All on my own
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| All on my own
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| I had to learn it on my own
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| All on my own
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| All on my own
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| It’s mandatory that I tell my story to the world
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| That high yellow nigga with that Ladas and the curls
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| Niggas called him ugly but he always got some girls and gave that good dick
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| She go and tell her friends, that’s a referral
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| Grew up with the «cool kids», but never really fit in
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| Always did it different than everybody I’d live with
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| In High School selling pre-rolls out of bathroom stalls
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| Crazy like padded walls, but didn’t turn out that bad after all
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| Watching Moms sleep on the couch in the living room
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| Just to get her side of the ghetto and give her kids some room
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| I resented those that grew up with a silver spoon
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| 'Cause I represented for the struggle we was living through
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| I remember when my Uncle dropped them hidden jewels
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| He said I better get in tune or police gon' get rid of you
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| Only thirteen serving fiends when I heard them sire-ens
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| Had some rocks in my jeans, almost learned what it means
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| Hustle 'til I’m living good
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| No college, to greed with the streets, shit was understood
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| Moms did everything she could, tried to keep me from the neighborhood
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| But I had to learn it on my own
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| All on my own
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| All on my own
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| All on my own
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| I had to learn it on my own
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| All on my own
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| All on my own
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| But I had to learn it on my own
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| All on my own
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| All on my own
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| All on my own
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| I had to learn it on my own
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| All on my own
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| All on my own |