Bring it back, bring it back
Uh, uh
You could turn me up a little bit? (Thank you)

You gotta think for yourself (yourself)
Older niggas, they don't offer no help (at all)
Told you come and take that ride, so he don't get caught by his self
You twenty-two and facin' ten, you gotta talk through the jail
You bagged up in your mama crib, pray the apartment ain't smell (woo)
Watch for the D's, the block on fire like you walkin' through Hell (hot)
Tryna make sandwiches, the bread, it was stale
Came up on a couple dimes, you just preparin' to sell
You put that shit on, ain't wearin' it well, imagine sharin' a cell
With a nigga you never seen before
He offer the top bunk, you like, "I need the floor"
Read magazines 'bout guns you only see in war
You always brought the plug his money before you would need some more
The devil fuckin' with you, you just tryna shake the demons off
You know the block, you fell in love with guns watchin' RoboCop
You was really there, it wasn't Photoshop (real life)
Watch how he talk to him when you know he cop
You dreamin' 'bout that Audemar you hope to cop
You keep you a hustle whether you broke or not
(keep you a hustle, my nigga)
You keep you a hustle whether you broke or not
(No matter how it go)
You keep you a hustle whether you broke or not

Hustle hard, I had to learn to chill
My hands done touched a lot of bills
Look how far it came, now we can't turn around
I seen too many that didn't make it out, oh, oh
Look at this
I never had to switch up for no clout or no bitch
Glamorous
Furs to match the winter, yeah, I need to do it big

Fuck your opinion (it don't matter), whoever criticize
Just countin' my blessings, I got my freedom and I'm still alive (thank God)
Focused on the finish line
I done took losses over a million times
You told on niggas, now you a gangster, I'll never feel your kind
Margarita sippin', I been feelin' fine (feelin' fine)
Already in my section while you still in line
Trollin' 'til you get hit on Live
The scary part about it, I ain't in my prime (at all)
Niggas'll take your Rollie, call it stealin' time
Landlord, the buildin' mine (mine)
Talk 'bout designer shit, we all wear it
Fuck the other side, we gon' ride until they all buried
Dome shot'll part your head, have you lookin' like Marbury
2Pac taught me keep a bomb ready
I'm drinkin' light, but my arm heavy
Private jettin', I know the pilot, used to be violent (violent)
Tell me why would you bring sand to the island? Homie, you wildin' (wildin')
I really made it happen out public housin', mama the proudest
Niggas paintin' they hair, screamin' the loudest, how y'all allow this?
You keep you a hustle whether you broke or not
You keep you a hustle whether you broke or not
You keep you a hustle whether you broke or not

Keep you a hustle whether you broke or not
Keep you a hustle whether you broke or not

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Writer(s): David Brewster, Edgar Nabeyin Panford, Jocelyn Donald, Miles Franklin, Paul Kyser