This Goes Out

This goes out

To all them hustlers

Everybody out there

Making them ends meet

I ain'T mad at'Cha

J.e. yall

This goes out to everybody

This goes out

This goes out to ya

This goes out

I'M telling you this goes out

This goes out to ya

This goes out to ya

This goes out

This goes out to ya

This goes out to ya

V1 some people sleep five to a bed

Three at the feet

Two at the top

So really can'T talk

About how they should live

When i know in my heart

If it came down to it

I be getting down

The same as them

See lord

Tryna hustle

Must be something

That was heaven sent

A lot of rent

Wouldn'T be paid

Without this trade

That we call hustlin

Yall yall

Hook

This goes out

To the kat'S

On the corners

Stressin and struggling

Just to get a dollar

I ain'T mad at'Cha

Gotta do somehtin

Hold your head up

Cause they can'T hurt'Cha

This goes out to the girls

On the street

That'S goin all out

Just so they kids can eat

And i ain'T mad at'Cha

Gotta do something

Hold your head up

Cause they can'T touch you

V2 i use to be

At the point

Going out on the road

Doing things

That i know

Just wasn'T right

And i'M now

I'M looking back

No not afraid to tell it no

Just i never did say it

But i can tell you that

I'D rather take a bullet

In my head

Than leave myl family unfed

And that'S the way it is

This goes out to my homies

Hook

This goes out to the kats

Ont the corners

Stressin and strugglin

Just to get a dollar

I ain'T mad at'Cha

Gotta do somethin

Hold your head up

Cause they can'T hurt'Cha

This goes out to the girls

On the street

That'S goin all out

Just so they kids can eat

And i ain'T mad at'Cha

Gotta do somethin

Hold your head up

Cause they can'T touch you

Tatu:

A yo

I welcome the struggle

Like i welcome the hustle

Find the right one

Take it an bubble

That'S on the muscle

I ain'T given in

I'M trying to win

And if i gotta get my hands a little dirty

I'M sorry for sin

But the fam don'T understand

Ain'T no bread

So brotha'S have to learn to bake to make bread

Chicks use they ass to shake to make bread

But i ain'T mad at'Cha

Shawty keep them kids fed

Duke:

This goes out to my whole 581clique

I often remeniss

When we just dreamed of dis

Big cars

Fine homes

Girls with nice tones

Dime pieces

Standing in line to show us the thong

Went from riding six deep

In a little ass jeep

To cadalic trucks

And benzs prowlin the streets

We gone ball til we fall

Cause we fading all

Put your glasses in the air

This goes out yo yall

Hook

This goes out

To the kat'S

On the corners

Stressin and struggling

Just to get a dollar

I ain'T mad at'Cha

Gotta do something

Dohld your head up

Cause they can'T hurt'Cha

This goes out to the girls

On the street

That'S goin all out

Just so they kids can eat

And i ain'T mad at'Cha

Gotta do something

Hold your head up

Cause they can'T tough you