Somewhere in FLA

I done spent my whole life hustling
I got tired of this sxxt
Making sure feds not behind me and sxxt

I was on the run nowhere to sleep my mom not proud of me
The feds running in and out our crib
My heart is cold this shyt getting old
But i swear im getting tired of this sxxt
Struggling tryna make ends meet and sxxt
Because i know
God man i got this sxxt

I was on the run i had to hide
I be trying to tell you whats on my mind
You can tell its hard look up in my eyes
I just keep it rolling rolling like a dice

Because I'm gambling
Had to commit some sins
I just pray on it
Be a better man
Pelle letterman
Tell them send him in
The pack is coming in got to get it off

Like cocaina man these nxxxx soft
But you can whip them up and make them hard
I came up from the yard
Im on the grind
You cant stop me now

I done spent my whole life hustling
I got tired of this sxxt
Making sure feds not behind me and sxxt

I was on the run nowhere to sleep my mom not proud of me
The feds running in and out our crib
My heart is cold this shyt getting old
But i swear im getting tired of this sxxt
Struggling tryna make ends meet and sxxt
Because i know
God man i got this sxxt

You dont know I
Been going through it
But God knows i try
Just keep hustling ay
Keep going
They just keep saying keep going
They just keep saying keep hustling and I

I come in piece i don't bow at no feet
Im a man of my word so i watch what i speak
You do it for the streets but what the streets do for me
It gave me a record and my homies deceased



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Writer(s): Lee Taylor
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