Its a hard day, always wakin up to start my struggle
always wakin thinkin, which fool am i gone hustle
not knowin that im sellin my soul out to these devils
never plannin shit, never thought of tryin to settle
thought the streets love me for not causin my death
found out they just playin me, usin me cos im the best
wanted my money and rep in these cold streets
left me with nothin, took the muscles off my damn feet
cant walk, cant hustle, only beggin for scraps of food
my enemies walk by me and laugh at how they had a fued
with a dumb fool that got played by the game, 'never let it play you'
'do you' they say, but i cant do shit, word, thats true
reminiscin about the days when i killed nigga and bitches
thinkin 'bout' da days when i was a kid wantin nu'in but riches
just another day in my life, just another struggle
wishin that for just one last time, i get ta hustle
eh, quick key, 16 up




