Hustling morning to evening,
Can’t try only do’s,
When you quarter to E and,
Your baby cries for some food,
This part of the reason,
The palms got residue,
Part of the reason,
The palms got...

Hustling morning to evening,
Can’t try only do’s,
When you quarter to E and,
Your baby cries for some food,
This part of the reason,
The palms got residue,
Last thing you can say is I aint got resolute

Ghost told us the devil planted fear, I took that, Built my fire now they can’t hold a candle here, I look back, At all the time we shed damaged tears, Only a fool would lose sunshine over chandeliers, Show you light and the path before us, If I cared what crackers told us, Wouldn’t be as fire as Krakatoa, used to split dimeys now we spilling Clicquot out the Rover, use to split pennies now we looking regal when we show up, Lo said he wanted revenge for our forefathers, When the gavel bang equivalent to more slaughter, Tried to pull a thoroughbred down but I’m dodging all they Horse collars, I make the cut anywhere like a tour barber
Felt they pressure, But I upped the ante on myself, Won’t be no asterisk next to my belt, A nigga thats black as shit gon’ be the one you felt, What’s understood aint gotta be spelt...

Hustling morning to evening,
Can’t try only do’s,
When you quarter to E and,
Your baby cries for some food,
This part of the reason,
The palms got residue,
Part of the reason,
The palms got...

Hustling morning to evening,
Can’t try only do’s,
When you quarter to E and,
Your baby cries for some food,
This part of the reason,
The palms got residue,
Last thing you can say is I aint got resolute

Half as lucky but we twice as good, City officials won’t help but them vices would, When you don’t got it how you supposed to get, Your pops is gone and you gotta hit ya bro on phone collects, So we had to save face and move back, Made it swing all through the city like just like a new jack, Look at these buddy buddy niggas like we don’t do that, Moving the block like Jenga, D-Tecs asking questions and only response is who that, Cuz we all we got when profits non-existent, But them wolves’ll wet your head up like toddler’s Christening, I know you fed up cuz the pot to piss in getting smaller but problems didn’t, And the palms opposite of itching, No chimney but we had bricks in the attic space, Fortune through the fire went legit off the addicts taste, We never said it was right but it was made for us, How else a shot ‘pose to look when you play the scorer?