Take Control (feat. Don the Poet)

It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for him
They're Ain't there no more
And the girl he use to care for
She don't care no more

It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for him
They're Ain't there no more
And the girl he use to care for
She don't care no more

My N*gga I've been stressed out unfocused
Down bad on some broke shit
Smoking a swisher blunt rolled with blunt roaches
Unmarked parked by the park
Look Jack Boi's lurking in the dark
I'm weighing up my ya dig on an iffy scale
Get it how you live type shit uhh
Young Nigga get that dough ohh
Never fold don't bend whoa
Worst behavior alert the neighbor
We living in a Hustle Hell
If that Judge is yelling persistent felon
Them family prayers won't help
Move like a stealth
Footprints in the concrete when I step with this weapon
Enemies greet meet with smiles and deception
I knew that bitch wasn't right when she left man
And I need a new plug because me and my connect we Ain't connecting
Voice mail from my lawyers talking reckless
My homie struggling too just sold his gun and pawned his neckless
Whole world filled with evil its so prevalent
Living in this hell
Trying to catch whatever Heaven sent
As I Repent

It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for him
They're Ain't there no more
And the girl he use to care for
She don't care no more

It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for him
They're Ain't there no more
And the girl he use to care for
She don't care no more

Swagger unpretendable profited presentable
Whip it up I can make stretch that's extendable
Got that white girl and Christina look identical
Chefiing got me over the stove the spoon bendable
Quarters of the kush got me blowed sipping pinnacle
Taking all profit and whatever made spendable
Bag it individual
Serve it in my visuals
Keep the 40 cal so tell me who want physical
Trapping in the building my baby
I got these hot rocks
Grinding every minute like my life was a stop watch
Can't open the K because these bullets like to pop tops
Ace get to jumping the spots I call it hop scotch
Ave watch I'm pitching in
Man I'm on the block boy
Glass pots on the stove whipping up rock boy
I can get it to you fresh
Johnny on the spot boy
Plus I'm looking out for them pills
I cop a lot boy

It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for him
They're Ain't there no more
And the girl he use to care for
She don't care no more...

It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for him
They're Ain't there no more
And the girl he use to care for
She don't care no more

We had a thang for them diesel watches to show we spending our time different
Had a mind and a soul that defines difference
Me and you had different goals so we climbed different
Love the life we living and the moments giving
We was built for a this shit cuz we designed different
Fuck an age and a time difference
I should have seen all this coming hit my mind different
So now I walk with this weapon trying to hide tension
Whoever thought that it be you when they described the victum
So many stories in the air I don't know how to listen
Or who to listen to or who to get shoot or who he living through
I'm loading up these missiles don't know who to give it to
Life at the bottom nobody but GOD got him
On the way to the top I'mma stop and roll up a goblin
In the city of Gotham niggas plotting but I'm robbing
Fuck a Batman with a gat man I'm a problem
Situations with ex's
Even my baby momma be sending me stress text
Should have went down to Texas
I'm bigger than life lessons A prodigy
Just call me the big homie never lower case nigga
Been scratching serial numbers off my throw away nigga
I smoke so much I'm just hoping my problems go away nigga
They be like Sean how you you fell nigga 10'5
Take his face off
Off face cross face Chris Benoit

It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for him
They're Ain't there no more
And the girl he use to care for
She don't care no more

It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for him
They're ain't there no more
And the girl he use to care for
She don't care no more



Credits
Writer(s): Marlon Baker
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