[Instrumental intro solo] [record scratch, upright bass, clean electric guitar] Yeah, yeah Every-o, every-o [Verse 1] I came from broken steps with a cracked door Hand-me-down kid I had to hustle cause I wanted more Momma kept her dro in a shoebox The bills look like flap jack stack I learned quick how to bounce back Move a pack and stash the funds so momma didn’t steal my stacks Corner store posted and a bus pass folded Kept the heat on me for when the nights got cold Mom turned to drugs my sister turned to the pole Saw my mans get hit, thinking this can’t be it Told myself, "I’mma make it out, and leave all this shit Now I’m one move away From jail or the worse day You can start to hear that change When the streets say my name [Chorus] I’m tryin to make it Out the hood,(out the hood) I’m keep hustling till I’m living good,(living good) Stayin down till I Got my money right Never forgetting them cold hungry nights I’m tryin to make it Out the hood,(out the hood) I’m keep hustling till I’m living good, (living good) They never wanted to see me shine But fucc em I did it And now it’s all mine [Verse 2] Still got love for the block But I can’t stay broke Now life’s got me Countin racks laughing at all them niggahs That thought I was a joke I Seen too much, And lord knows I lost too much That’s why I move through the streets like smoke I took my pain And Turned that hurt into gold Now my hundreds brand new And my ice piece stay cold (frozen) Now I’m one move away From jail or a better day Now You can hear that change When the streets say my name [Chorus] I’m tryin to make it Out the hood,(out the hood) I’m keep hustling till I’m living good,(living good) Stayin down till I Got my money right Never forgetting them cold hungry nights I’m tryin to make it Out the hood,(out the hood) I’m keep hustling till I’m living good, (living good) They never wanted to see me shine But fucc em I did it And now it’s all mine [Verse3] New whip, clean fit, And chrome on the grill Counting a hundred mill Now that’s a real-life thrill I got Gold on my wrist when I sign them checks From the broken home hustlen the block to bad bitches on a private jet I remember that stove only one eye workin while I whipped up to car service and Bentleys when I get picked up Now the fridge stay full, I ain’t got time for hate New house, big couch, With million dollar art on the wall Used to count loose change, Bitch now I count it all Now I’m one move away From jail or a pay day You can definitely hear that change When the streets say my name [Chorus] I’m tryin to make it Out the hood,(out the hood) I’m keep hustling till I’m living good,(living good) Stayin down till I Got my money right Never forgetting them cold hungry nights I’m tryin to make it Out the hood,(out the hood) I’m keep hustling till I’m living good, (living good) They never wanted to see me shine But fucc em I did it And now it’s all mine (Instrument solo) I Still got love for the block But bitch I can’t stay broke That’s why I move how I move And that’s why I do what I do Stayed down till I Got my money right I could Never forgetting them cold lonely, hungry nights The only way I go back Fucc it I ain’t ever going back [Instrumental outro solo]
