Hustlers Dream

Intro:

Dre and Fidal

Niggas play everything live, nigga

Like Cool and The Game back in the day play it live, nigga

Fuck you niggas know about makin beats?

You dont know shit

Pussies (Ha ha)

Fuck you ever seen a nigga in his 20s with a guitar, bitch?

Verse 1:

Mothers only son, so I

Had to knock a nigga the fuck out on the block if he ever made my sisters cry

I was O Dog and Lorrenz taste dreams red everything niggas know what i mean

Red rag top and i made the dash pop

Before niggas came with stash spots, man

I was a dope man, dope man

I tried to tell em i could never be a felon, i was too good at sellin

Crack, X, Speed, and Heroin - fiends used to call me Monroe, cause i used to kill em down in Marilyn

Puttin niggas underground give me a shovel he still alive fuck him, i was on that level

Back then i aint believe in God, if he heal like they say on tv why bullets leave a scar?

Revenge is a feelin, but on my sons life when i catch the 2 niggas that shot me ima, kill em

Hook:

Desperate moments ive been waiting all my life

No mistakes i promise this will be my time

I know hustlin leads us to an early grave

But its the only way, how come niggas dying every day?

Verse 2:

I watched the coke price double up, i was too young to be a cook, so i had to sit back and watch it bubble up

Sittin in the window seein gang bangers knuckle up

Watchin the wind blow girls skirts while they double dutch

I had straight ds i wasnt in trouble much

Either you do my homework for me or ima fuck you up

Moms lied for me told her friends i was a nice student

Would a had all a's if algebra was Ice Cube

There it is, i studied a veteran hopin that one day i could be a fuckin hip hop legend

I listened to Nas, Big, Dre, Snoop and even though Pac hated him i bumped Jay too

Bought Reasonable Doubt and let it play straight through

Used to throw my head back, like Kanye do

Niggas never thought that i would break through, Irv, Gotti, and P Diddy passed but Jimmy and Dre knew

Hook

No clue on this part

Verse 3:

Im talkin to my niggas, All Stars and Timberlands

(North Face is a pin and its a million thugs marchin?)

For the dearly departed I elevated my knowledge

They say that i was name droppin, i was just payin homage

For Lil E and Tiana, im sayin that dear mama help me read between the lines pass periods and commas

The million dollar baby young homie tryna prosper

Act like you dont see me, you might win a Oscar

Act like you dont see me, I might just pop ya

Niggas singin like Sinatra i box like Bernard Hopkins

Left jab like Oscar, im the golden boy, you niggas seen what happened to Roy

Yeah, you niggas seen what happened to Roy

On my block niggas box we the knockout boys

Sittin in the throne with the Douja sparkin, its my seat and i aint movin like Rosa Parks

Ima be here

Hook