Hustlin' for a Long Time - Ice Billion Berg, Blade

Separate me from these streets lord

They tryna hold me down

I do this for my people

They tryna break me down

My nigga went to prison, gave him 7 years

He say he was going through hell off in these streets foreal

Shit, that boy was damn near homeless not cause he was dead broke but cause

everybody want it

His head off his shoulders

His momma house got shot up so many times that she went and moved to Georgia

When them killas can’t find you, thats what they resort to

And when they on they man hunt

Your loved ones resourceful

So think before you move nigga

I rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 so imma keep that tool with me

And he say he dont never think about death

Sliding one deep cause he was born by himself

Will there ever be peace?

Hell, I feel like Pac

I often wanna know his last thoughts that night he got shot

Im doing this one for my Gs trying to find a way out

My nigga keep on grinding and watch how it play out, straight up

A wise man once told me

That them niggas ain’t your niggas and dont put your trust in them bitches but

We all make mistakes

And we all take losses, thats a part of the game

And I know that change gone come homie

We can’t stop, it ain’t over until its over

Ive been hustling for a long time (x2)

Separate me from these streets lord

I do this for my people

Bitch I been down ever since I could remember

Cold winters, Vienna sausages for dinner

Hard living, mama dating different niggas

No father figure

Tryna figure how to make a dollar from a lousy nickel

Sometimes I sip a little liquor just to ease the pain

Keep sipping till I float away

(This ain’t no place for a nigga, no place for a nigga x2)

I feel my unc looking down on me

I can hear him tell me keep it real, and hold it down homie

Only talk to my mama every blue moon

Watch my granddaddy out the blue go too soon

This cold world got a hold on a nigga

Got my dawg doing time cause they told on my nigga

(Have mercy on a soul of a nigga, ice cold blow take a soul on a nigga)

A wise man once told me

That them niggas ain’t your niggas and dont put your trust in them bitches but

We all make mistakes

And we all take losses, thats a part of the game

And I know that change gone come homie

We can’t stop, it ain’t over until its over

Ive been hustling for a long time (x2)