Intro:
Still strugglin, still hustlin, tryin to get my money on
Fresh outta retirement, you know I aint tryin to fall off,
Too $hort records, we aint tryin to fall off
We aint goin nowhere, Im tryin to see everybody make money
I wanna see everybody get paid, everybody
Chorus:
Another day, another dollar spent
And Im still out here strugglin
Caught in the game, and Im just hustlin
Dont even trust my closest friends
Verse one:
Dont ever say you cant do it, its not that hard
You wanna be a lawyer, you wanna be a star
You can do anything you wanna do
Forget what they say, as long as you believe in you
Keep chasing your dreams, wherever they take you
You gotta hustle, which shouldnt have to make you
Get your money on, like I always said
Its playin like a old song in your head
You say it aint cool in the hood
I know some folks in the ghetto livin good
Now tell me how you get there, tell the next man, too
You aint got it, give him yours, cause he got less than you
Give him game, and thats all he need
The knowledge, to plant that seed
And make it grow, get the dough
Even though I make money, Im trying to get some more
You gotta be the best at what you do, and even though you aint
Thats just how you need to think
Dont tell me no, I already made up my mind
Its going down my way this time
Im so deep into this
Its like Im in some pussy, fucking my bitch
Ive been going platinum, you walk by
You player-hate, dont even try
Chorus
Verse two:
Dont ever quit, once you get started
Its on til the end, til youre dearly departed
You know you cant quit, too much time invested
You learned your lesson, no time for stressing
Looking in the mirror, trying to act hard
Walking down the street, thinking bout a car
I been there a million times
Im like baby, dee, I got a million rhymes
I been a famous mc since 1983
When run-dmc was singing sucka mcs
Niggaz in the papers ride too $hort
Rolling brand-new vogues, smoking newports
$hort studios, in my room making tapes
When I moved up to oakland from l.a.
I was a square, I aint gotta lie to you
I wasnt rapping, I was fresh outta private school
Now Im old school, too $hort, fuck what ya heard
There aint no way I could memorize all these words
I been rapping for years, spitting game
Twenty years from now, you could say the same thing
If you determined, look at me
Im getting on the car, used to roll two feet
Back in the day, selling dope fiend
Based on sunnyside, up ninety-sixth to birch street
Chorus
Verse three:
Dont ever say its old, I know you wanna go gold
Trying to be like me is getting old
Its been proven, theres only one too $hort
Most valuable player, you know the sport
Its time to be you, cause being me comes natural to me
I hope you make it in the industry
You could work on wall street, or be a doctor in a hospital
As long as youre happy, I know you got a little
Stash, stack your cash
And keep hustling, cause it aint gone last
How many times you seen a broke nigga, wanting to be a dope dealer
Make some money, and turn into a cold killer
Alot of people came up like that
But alot of yall faking that ya hold that gat
Now your little ass is out
You finally realized, you took the wrong route
You got alot of talent, dont let it go to waste
Handcuffed on the ground, with dirt in ya face
I know the trap, circumstances make ya sell crack
Shotguns and change, take us all back
To slave-free, back when the days would be
Long and hot, with nobody paying me
These days we have opportunities
To blow up and give back to our communities
Chorus
