And if I had a little beef
If I was blind and couldn't see
If don't play me, I got my K,
my mother crib -bathed 50,
and somebody pray for me,
and if I had a little beef,
if I was blind and couldn't see,
stay and don't play with me,
I got my K, my mother crib -bathed 50
with a whole bunch of dudes,
but when you're on the streets,
you gotta play by the rules
and you can help them too
who the fuck gon' help you?
So I never lose my faith,
but I just kept on pushin'
I couldn't afford a Bentley,
but I just kept on lookin'
Finally I made enough money
to take care of that bent
Finally I made enough money
then I went and bought a Charger
That type of shit can make your
Y 'all supposed to be in the same gang,
Who really got your back?
Damn, and it was all good
You giving her money for bills,
but she ain't paying bills
The only reason she with you,
cause you just signed a deal
when you had all them hard times
when you was moving hard dimes
But now she wanna tell you
how you need to live your life
to make a hole into a house
and if I had a little beef
If I was blind and couldn't see,
And somebody pray for me,
and if I had a little beef
If I was blind and couldn't see,
I started hustlin' the streets
straight from the underground
I went to put my music on the shelf
and every time I never stopped,
you can ask the shop, I work for mine
Hustle ground, front line,
I was labeled the fuckin' realest
everybody's got a fuckin' feelin'
I still got goals, still got missions,
It's the beginning of a movement,
Now you can look me in my eyes
and you can tell I'm real
Anything I tell you I'ma do,
that shit's signed and sealed
Most of these rappers do their music
And every time this shit come out,
Listen, when I'm spittin',
this shit is comin' from the heart
What you know about hustlin'
What you know about sellin'
The cops pull up on the block
and you gotta throw your rocks
I been trappin' up in the hood daily
Niggas pull up in Warnerverse,
I tell them niggas pay me
I reminisce and thank God
But anything can happen homie,
I ain't made it out for good
I reminisce and thank God
But anything can happen to me,
I ain't made it out for good
Even though these fake DJs stay frontin'
Even though these fake A &R style shit
But they know if I ain't on it,
Hey man, if you hatin' on me,
It's money to be made and we go get it
They don't call me Flip Gates for nothin'
A .K .A. Mr. YouTube, A .K .A. Hustleman
A .K .A. I'm connected with Mr. Capone
Shit, we gon' do like 30 of these motherfuckers,
Cause I drop music like I
and I do it all day, it's nothing.