Keep Me Hustlin - Mozzy, Rexx Life Raj

Buyin' bubbles, sellin' stones was the easy route

Mama stressin', it’s a blessing just to see her smile

Preachin' prison prevention but couldn’t keep me out

Came to visit, this ain’t how I want you see your child

Chiefing loud, thinking back on how you kicked me out

It tripped me out but I just wiggled, you was wiggin' out

I’m in your house at 25, sleepin' on the couch

Told me get a job, I said I got it figured out

They see me down, ain’t no way I let 'em keep me down

Look around, things different ma, we peachy now

We eatin' now, this that shit I used to dream about

We on this baggage claim tour, you can keep the clout

When you rise above the madness, pull your people out

Too many claim to be the plug for it to be a drought

Family come before the fetty, ain’t no keepin' count

The family come before the fetty, ain’t no keepin' count

Every nigga that started with me was starvin' with me

I was trapped in them trenches rockin' a bald glizzy

Gave my granny a hundred before I bought a Bentley

Traumatic pain in my features, they say it compliment me

The consequences is fatal if you don’t rock a yeeky

My geographics is greezy, they don’t believe in Jesus

Keep a distance from leeches, that ought to teach you somethin'

Two little girls, that’s what keep me hustlin'

I’m thinkin' Rollies when that backend clear

I refuse to end up back on the tier, my biggest fear

It’s been back to back, losin' my peers over the years

Conversate with Gracie and Mil like I can hear 'em

This shit serious, that yeeky is mandatory, period

I had to learn from experience, crime boss appearance

Chase the luggage and secure it, probably blow it later

She don’t want to see you with no paper, then that ho a hater

Checkin' on you when I call, nigga I don’t want no favor

Checkin' on you when I call, nigga don’t want no favor

You ain’t really tryna ball, nigga don’t want no paper

You ain’t body nothin', niggas ain’t on they gangster

Remember I came from nothin', it was slummy for me

The city finally crowned me king, all these diamonds on me

Ayy, I’ll die for one of mines, it’s only righteous on me

And I advise you not to try me homie, yeah

Every nigga that started with me was starvin' with me

I was trapped in them trenches rockin' a bald glizzy

Gave my granny a hundred before I bought a Bentley

Traumatic pain in my features, they say it compliment me

The consequences is fatal if you don’t rock a yeeky

My geographics is greezy, they don’t believe in Jesus

Keep a distance from leeches, that ought to teach you somethin'

Two little girls, that’s what keep me hustlin'

My mama pray I keep the sin away

Can’t say I believe in prayer, but she be prayin' anyway

Why the system set up to put my niggas away?

When every risk we take is just to put it on the dinner plate

And feed the fam, we’re in a famine

Riskin' freedom just to get established

Peas in the pod, peas in the package

Why I only talk to God when I hope it’s landing?

How selfish, I’m sick of the feeling of feeling helpless

I’m sick of the fear, niggas is jealous

I’m sick of feeling we only go as far as they let us

We sick of niggas who get some money and then forget us

Tryna play the game and you gon' play yourself

You can’t save nobody 'til you save yourself

Save yourself