This is a song about "We living hustle"

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

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

You think it's a lie, but we living protected lives/

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Man i hustle, i hustle.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

Lady at the frank stand will

Wake up we living in a time where chaos is imminent

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

The world is so typical

I can respect the hustle

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

No one notice your struggle