This is a song about "Hustle the god"

Im a god on the mic

But they say we ain't big

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Don't hustle or pimp, or fondle the boss for slips

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

And dreamin', there ain't reason for breathin', can't knock the hustle,

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

Hustle and grind the motto

What's the deal with the nets though

Bad bitches come in here

To knock the hustle for real