Intro: Yeah, got my 90's flow

Verse:
Everyday it be the same old, shit that I can't hold, emcees nowadays can't flow, they diarrhea
Toilet bowl rappers, semi pro actors, sluggish with the money but they say they proactive
Going broke not to look bummy, that's so backwards, sold half of your soul not even to go gold
But for a couple hos and them jewels you barely own, it seems you barely on
Know you hungry close to homeless homie, hoping ya homies don't abandon the phony when you get on E
Them hos got you gassed up like your sickness can't sneeze
Getting smothered for the cheese and you feel you can't breathe
Life's a bitch and she fucks everybody, so God is the pimp, if you believe in that shit
I'm just saying, tryna fake it to make it will often times only have you make it to the fakeness

Hook: Hustlers, players, strippers, gangsters, gone get your money don't you let nobody take it/ Know what you want, zero in where you aiming/ Know why you want it and you won't need to explain it/ Mothers, daughters, brothers, fathers, gone get your money, work hard don't feed the drama/ Provide best you can, don't depend on open hands, close your hands in prayer and understand/ You gotta hustle/

Verse:
I'm sick of this, people using music to spread pollution crucial
Hypnotized by the media so the medium influenced
And you can be sick as influenza but if your mission isn't fuck mentalities up they figure
No progression is better than some, but I rather parlay inside of the molecules of knowledge remaining cool
Gain enough wealth to never need some food stamps
No EBT, then we don't eat cause every penny that get made every bill gone squeeze
That's real talk for a nigga, go against guns and you real soft for a nigga
Nigga, don't really have a definition; accept being too ignorant to ever listen
Money must be made but power it gotta stay, so nowadays you aint gotta be black to be a slave
The one percent fuck the other 99 so in sense, poverty equals equality now am I making sense?

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Verse:
I forgot to inform ya'll beforehand
Tarzan, couldn't swing on the bars I perform when my verse forms in
See; that's the problem with ya'll, ya'll ride beats I make beats ride with me that's how I eat
Hustle what you sell best in, make it interesting
Stay away from deceit, make your mind a better garden
Share it with your seed, treat the knowledge like it's water
Pour it til the spores spring forward to absorb it
Watch progression of your seed grow a flower as it flourish
See your baby shine with a stable mind of endurance
Take a pause to collect my thoughts
Hustle hard, tryna score just to express my thought
Get caught lost, crossed in a web I think I made
Nowadays get sick from the fake, can't give a warning there aint shit to display
Except a bunch of dumb niggas, who halfway hustle just to be accepted, I guess then

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