This is a song about "Gotta hustle"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta flows that cant be beat,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Man i hustle, i hustle.

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

That’s, broken but someone just lacks the hustle,

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Feet unda nigga, i gotta stay on my grind live is what we do, hustle and grind

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

Got to the end of the tunnel

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Hustle for dis country money