L.T.H.

I know sometimes we treat the grind like our significant other
And abandon the ones that love us
And all it takes it just a call, text, word or two
Show her she mean the world to you
Its alot she facing, already patient with ya occupation
Whether its burgers bags or bussin bank moves
She seen ya destiny to be that legend that you was bred to be
Cant switch up when the sun out, cuz thru gloomy days she hung out
Loyalty over money, cuz when its real shit don't run out
Sometimes life can take the fun out
We worried bout handling biz
Aint a real man 'less he handling his
Take it a day at a time, best foot forward what we stepping with
Black excellence, with integrity, never negligent
Use what they stress you with
As fuel to get the extras, benzes and teslas
Suppress the pressure with suppressors, feel me
Play to win and leave it all on the field
You die today? You want the nation to feel
Cuz it was real
Let nothin tug you back
It's bout progression
Gotta run with that
Love ya shorty and the hustle, watch em love you back