Hustlin 2 Win
Fell in love with this music shit
I put my sweat and tears
Don't need love on that toxic shit
Then shawty don't come near
Momma doubted meee
Fam ain't fuck with meee
I done conquered all my fears
Believe in me
Gotta prove em wrong
By the ending of the year
Sayless I gottem all
Even tho I feel like they don't care
Ain't pick up the call
Knowing damn well, you was wrong
For all dem nights I done lost
A nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
All these hoes
Trynna fuck wit da kid
For da clout, you clout demon
Get her out
Old bitch left
New bitch in came with a spout
Talking wet that pussy drought
The audacity Called me broke
With my kids in yo mouth
Front of my momma inside of my house
Felt like shit
Had too kick her out
No matter what
I'm use to it till this day
People hurting me
Disappointed me again (Once again)
Then wanna say sorry
Ion want no apologies
Remember, Cracking cars
Too make this money
All on the news
Innocent body's dropping
In the city
God watch over our children
Don't know whats happening
From far looking out
For my lil sis
You was mommas only wish
The only sibling too make that School shit really happen
And I'm soo of proud you
Going off too college
Doing what you suppose to do
Gotta prove em wrong
By the ending of the year
Sayless I gottem all
Even tho I feel like
They don't care
Ain't pick up the call
Knowing damn well you was wrong
For all dem nights I done lost
A nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Putting me under investigation
I'm off that Medication
Don't call me yo homie
You niggas don't even know me
Put our feet too work
Settle down
When it's that time too eat
Bro got his first child
Asking me too send the work in
Pay For her Nails and feet
She ain't even have too ask me
All I want is your loyalty
See how you done left the others scarred
Don't lie too me
Cause when it comes
Too saying sorry
Im bad at taking apology's
That weren't meant too be
Gotta always keep you one
Shoutout too herbo
I done ran through all my A1's
Heart on my sleeve
Only hang with my day ones
I put my sweat and tears
Don't need love on that toxic shit
Then shawty don't come near
Momma doubted meee
Fam ain't fuck with meee
I done conquered all my fears
Believe in me
Gotta prove em wrong
By the ending of the year
Sayless I gottem all
Even tho I feel like they don't care
Ain't pick up the call
Knowing damn well, you was wrong
For all dem nights I done lost
A nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
All these hoes
Trynna fuck wit da kid
For da clout, you clout demon
Get her out
Old bitch left
New bitch in came with a spout
Talking wet that pussy drought
The audacity Called me broke
With my kids in yo mouth
Front of my momma inside of my house
Felt like shit
Had too kick her out
No matter what
I'm use to it till this day
People hurting me
Disappointed me again (Once again)
Then wanna say sorry
Ion want no apologies
Remember, Cracking cars
Too make this money
All on the news
Innocent body's dropping
In the city
God watch over our children
Don't know whats happening
From far looking out
For my lil sis
You was mommas only wish
The only sibling too make that School shit really happen
And I'm soo of proud you
Going off too college
Doing what you suppose to do
Gotta prove em wrong
By the ending of the year
Sayless I gottem all
Even tho I feel like
They don't care
Ain't pick up the call
Knowing damn well you was wrong
For all dem nights I done lost
A nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Young nigga hustling too win
Putting me under investigation
I'm off that Medication
Don't call me yo homie
You niggas don't even know me
Put our feet too work
Settle down
When it's that time too eat
Bro got his first child
Asking me too send the work in
Pay For her Nails and feet
She ain't even have too ask me
All I want is your loyalty
See how you done left the others scarred
Don't lie too me
Cause when it comes
Too saying sorry
Im bad at taking apology's
That weren't meant too be
Gotta always keep you one
Shoutout too herbo
I done ran through all my A1's
Heart on my sleeve
Only hang with my day ones
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Writer(s): James Baptiste
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