This is a song about "Gotta hustle"

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

This is all my flow

Hustle and grind the motto

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I flow to hustle, but how hustle flows, it negates how i flow-hustle for dough

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Hustle for dis country money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

No one notice your struggle

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

So i now understand why some of em had to hustle

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful