Lyrics Hustlin' for a Long Time - Ice Billion Berg, Blade

Hustlin' for a Long Time

Separate me from these streets lord
They tryna hold me down
I do this for my people
They tryna break me down
My nigga went to prison, gave him 7 years
He say he was going through hell off in these streets foreal
Shit, that boy was damn near homeless not cause he was dead broke but cause
everybody want it
His head off his shoulders
His momma house got shot up so many times that she went and moved to Georgia
When them killas can’t find you, thats what they resort to
And when they on they man hunt
Your loved ones resourceful
So think before you move nigga
I rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 so imma keep that tool with me
And he say he dont never think about death
Sliding one deep cause he was born by himself
Will there ever be peace?
Hell, I feel like Pac
I often wanna know his last thoughts that night he got shot
Im doing this one for my Gs trying to find a way out
My nigga keep on grinding and watch how it play out, straight up
A wise man once told me
That them niggas ain’t your niggas and dont put your trust in them bitches but
We all make mistakes
And we all take losses, thats a part of the game
And I know that change gone come homie
We can’t stop, it ain’t over until its over
Ive been hustling for a long time (x2)
Separate me from these streets lord
I do this for my people
Bitch I been down ever since I could remember
Cold winters, Vienna sausages for dinner
Hard living, mama dating different niggas
No father figure
Tryna figure how to make a dollar from a lousy nickel
Sometimes I sip a little liquor just to ease the pain
Keep sipping till I float away
(This ain’t no place for a nigga, no place for a nigga x2)
I feel my unc looking down on me
I can hear him tell me keep it real, and hold it down homie
Only talk to my mama every blue moon
Watch my granddaddy out the blue go too soon
This cold world got a hold on a nigga
Got my dawg doing time cause they told on my nigga
(Have mercy on a soul of a nigga, ice cold blow take a soul on a nigga)
A wise man once told me
That them niggas ain’t your niggas and dont put your trust in them bitches but
We all make mistakes
And we all take losses, thats a part of the game
And I know that change gone come homie
We can’t stop, it ain’t over until its over
Ive been hustling for a long time (x2)