[Verse 1] Same old shit, just a different day, Out here grinding for the money and a place to stay, Momma need a house, Krazy need some shoes, Everyday's a struggle, that's what I'ma do, I sit back with a bottle of Jack in the back of the 'Lac, Counting money that I earned tonight, enough for 'gnac, Maybe tomorrow I will find some of my homies trapped, But if I needed I would act a fucking maniac, The menace to society, this is the way they treat me, This ain't no muthafuckin' apo-logies, don't forgive me, I got a muthafuckin' family that fucking needs me And fucking money that I bring to them, don't fucking hit me, I'm not a fucking drama setter but I got beretta, I'm sipping amaretto, drink with me, don't fucking let up Me do some crazy Chedda, you can't cross my paper route Because you can't knock the hustle, what you know about it?
[Hook] I gave a pledge allegiance to my fucking hood, And nobody will push us, or I fucking shoot (Cause you can't knock the hustle) The only men who died tonight - the snitches and the liars, I think nobody gonna cry for them, they a-re fired for life (Cause you can't knock the hustle)
[Verse 2] You never witnes-sed the bullshit that I have been through, This ain't my fault that I'm a dealer, it's because of you, It's so damn expensive for me to provide my crew With all of needs and stay a legal guy, who woulda knew That I'ma hit the rock bottom when I was a kid, I'm getting older now, everything for me is shit, And when I see the piggies on the ride I never quit, Cause for me to be jailed is equal to be fucking hit, But no one muthafuckin' cop have recognized me ever, I don't know why, maybe they stupid, maybe I'm so clever, Maybe they think "The white boy gonna be a dealer? Never! We looking for the motherfuckers tinted black, forever" They look at me then pass me by, I am so tired of running, Maybe one day I take a gun and shoot myself, I'm clowning