A Hustlers Heart
Yea
I usually don't like rapping about shit that pains me
But Rell told me to put that pain in it
A told me to put that pain in it
So you know
It's heavy
Yea
Aye this shit sound like the Roc
We got water in pots
Bubbles indicate it's boiled
Niggas slaved and niggas toiled
We seen struggle at the max
Pack the work in bubble wrap
I was never bagging crack
I was more like bagging wax
Set up hustles just to make it when I rap it's strictly facts
Tryna drain the middle class but it's the rich they never tax
Niggas couldn't understand me I got a hustlers heart
I felt different from my family I got just passion from art
Not dipping in the illegal I kept my record and nose clean
I stayed my ass up out of them streets that curb was so mean
But early in adulthood I thought my life would be easy
I was selfish
I got a wife and a daughter that need me
Lace my boots up
Keep my wits sharper than any blade
See my sunshine
My outlook to positive for the shade
It was 16
Single player ain't used to no split screen
You got a silly nigga together so much we switched rings
Said vows
Them nudes in my phone that shit is dead now
No time for friends I'm living my visions inside my head now
We had a spark and lost it it spanned a couple of months
You got fired I quit working we rolled a couple of blunts
Second guessing our decisions and fighting over the scraps
No matter how mad I made you you always would hold my back
And that's real
Yea
Yea
Married to the game
Just as much as I'm married to you
But you understand
It's certain shit that I just gotta do
I can't be at home
Just to keep it real you shouldn't be alone
But if the tables turn
You would go earn
And barely see Damone
I take this as a good thing cause in life there's just one secret
When you find something you love
You do anything to keep it
We put ourselves through this pain
Just so niggas can attain
Some type of monumental status
With some baggage we can claim
I'm emotional in traffic but I'm staying in my lane
Cause when niggas keep you focused all your circumstances change
I got dreams that span the country
Hunger niggas couldn't tame
Bigger picture in my lens
Dimensions niggas couldn't frame
How the fuck could you niggas say I can't maintain
Yea
I usually don't like rapping about shit that pains me
But Rell told me to put that pain in it
A told me to put that pain in it
So you know
It's heavy
Yea
Aye this shit sound like the Roc
We got water in pots
Bubbles indicate it's boiled
Niggas slaved and niggas toiled
We seen struggle at the max
Pack the work in bubble wrap
I was never bagging crack
I was more like bagging wax
Set up hustles just to make it when I rap it's strictly facts
Tryna drain the middle class but it's the rich they never tax
Niggas couldn't understand me I got a hustlers heart
I felt different from my family I got just passion from art
Not dipping in the illegal I kept my record and nose clean
I stayed my ass up out of them streets that curb was so mean
But early in adulthood I thought my life would be easy
I was selfish
I got a wife and a daughter that need me
Lace my boots up
Keep my wits sharper than any blade
See my sunshine
My outlook to positive for the shade
It was 16
Single player ain't used to no split screen
You got a silly nigga together so much we switched rings
Said vows
Them nudes in my phone that shit is dead now
No time for friends I'm living my visions inside my head now
We had a spark and lost it it spanned a couple of months
You got fired I quit working we rolled a couple of blunts
Second guessing our decisions and fighting over the scraps
No matter how mad I made you you always would hold my back
And that's real
Yea
Yea
Married to the game
Just as much as I'm married to you
But you understand
It's certain shit that I just gotta do
I can't be at home
Just to keep it real you shouldn't be alone
But if the tables turn
You would go earn
And barely see Damone
I take this as a good thing cause in life there's just one secret
When you find something you love
You do anything to keep it
We put ourselves through this pain
Just so niggas can attain
Some type of monumental status
With some baggage we can claim
I'm emotional in traffic but I'm staying in my lane
Cause when niggas keep you focused all your circumstances change
I got dreams that span the country
Hunger niggas couldn't tame
Bigger picture in my lens
Dimensions niggas couldn't frame
How the fuck could you niggas say I can't maintain
Yea
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Writer(s): Damone T. Williams
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