what don t hurt ya will only make you stronger in this game you gotta have heart this hustle will break you down pull you apart homie the same thing make you laugh make you cry and in the fast lane the strong survive and the weak die that s the way the ball bounce and i often wonder why but i nease it all and not just a piece o the pie i used to hope and wish for everything i couldn t buy i was a young ghetto boy that grew up in the eye so i bowed to be a hustler and reach for the sky and not only am i ballin right now is mo ta it s like a jungle sometime u gotta hustle sometime u gotta use your mind mouth and your muscle sometime u gotta grind stop looking for a saviour use what the fuck god gave ya i m in the gutter lane whit the gutter mouth tryin to get out the gutter for my life s gutter out if i was white and called my mamma a bitch it wouldn t have took me this long to get this rich i was raised the young nigga was scwabble in the city o looks no hope or role models the black sheep o the family destine to feel predicted to spend my hole life in a jail cell fucked up and not believe in the hype i know i would be more then a felon i zoomed up and see the light nigga got my mind right nigga got my grind tight now a nigga is gettin paid to skip skip to the lime light  see we all got problems but some need addressin and so at night i hit my knees and thank him for my blessings and ask him for forgiveness to minimize my stress nigga continue to know how to dodge this smith wesson and with his help i will perform in my best and it s still hard with all this temptation and testin an if i m wrong just accept it as a lesson as i conquer all my enemies and mashing with aggression lord ain t never been shot like 50 cent or 2pac cuz 2 shots is too many too hot to go in me i ve rather sit remmy in the back of this bentley and only fuck with niggas and you bitches that s friendly don t forgive what s so femm fuck with my penn i pull out the semm put ho s up in timmy just fuck it it s babylon and nigga might have a bomb just like the taliban but i m on never lan i sit alone in my fo corner room loadin ammo cuz in these streets life there s a gamble like run d m c times is getting harder so i m taking of my gold fandelellin to the author old nigga say to young killers awaked you but when you got it only few homies stay true this game it s like russian roulette we hustle to death mash for weather make the devil marker for cheddar yo won t you just stop fuckin wit us you know what i m saying you take what you got i take what i got just stop fuckin wit us you mother fuckers got everything and your still complaining u mother fuckers got everything and you still ain t happy it s your world mother fucker and you ain t ever get it right biatch 1