Wake up, early in the mornin', grab my Glock, I'm out the door, trained to go Grindin through the fuckin' hustle, hit a stain up in the North Got my killas and young Ghost with me Ridin' through the West, it's a ruthless city (Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa) I can’t live that nine-to-five life Baby I’m a hustler, I keep hustlin’ Rather gamble freedom and my whole life Baby I’m a rider, I keep ridin’ Future right there in my sight Every day just another fight to survive Yeah the pressure cut deep like a knife Baby this is just my life All my bitches doing dope You want nine right down your throat? Baby Ghost spitting game quick like Bone Never gave a fuck about the fame It was always about that dough The G, the H, the O, the S, to the T We bleed for that paper, keep these hoes on bending knees I can't be nobody but myself, to keep the peace You wanna make it in this world, you know that come with a fee I ain't never been a bitch, lil' boy, so don't be pressing me Ghost Gang, yeah, we go way back, that Mad House Music be running deep Getting money since I was a youngin, with a dream Hanging around some thugs and fiends, pimping bitches, Had me walking with a lean, Arizona don't play Phoenix got them hoes that'll finesse in your face (in yo' face) Hit my young Ghost up, tell 'em be safe Already know they gone swing that gat' (Brrt) Mad House Music creeping up in the lac They even know this shit go way back I'll take it back, on the track, Keep one in the' head and that's that, Yeah All I'm tryna do is get me some new green Stop by the store, 'cuz I need some new leaves (Aye) Wake up, early in the mornin', grab my Glock, I'm out the door, trained to go Grindin through the fuckin' hustle, hit a stain up in the North Got my killas and young Ghost with me Ridin' through the West, it's a ruthless city (Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa) I can’t live that nine-to-five life Baby I’m a hustler, I keep hustlin’ Rather gamble freedom and my whole life Baby I’m a rider, I keep ridin’ Future right there in my sight Every day just another fight to survive Yeah the pressure cut deep like a knife Baby this is just my life Pass me the torch, let the fire rise See the hunger in my soul, see the truth in my eyes World full of greed, full of crooked design Where the weak get lost and the strong keep climbin’ Street school lessons, scars and philosophy Seen fake love turn into jealousy Friends fall off chasing fast thrills Late night sins and cheap dollar bills Liquor on the curb, broken dreams in the air Sirens in the distance, nobody really cares Running through states for the paper chase Trying to feed every mouth back home in the place Don’t worry baby, say a prayer for me Even in the dark I know you there for me Wake up, early in the mornin', grab my Glock, I'm out the door, trained to go Grindin through the fuckin' hustle, hit a stain up in the North Got my killas and young Ghost with me Ridin' through the West, it's a ruthless city (Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa) I can’t live that nine-to-five life Baby I’m a hustler, I keep hustlin’ Rather gamble freedom and my whole life Baby I’m a rider, I keep ridin’ Future right there in my sight Every day just another fight to survive Yeah the pressure cut deep like a knife Baby this is just my life Rebel heart but my mind stay sharp Seen too many good souls fall apart Quick money whispers in a quiet room Some never make it past that doom Systems built trying to hold us down Still we rise from the underground Every lesson carved in my mind Every scar proof of the grind One day soon we’ll breathe more free Far from the chains they try to be Till then I walk through smoke and strife Still fighting hard for a better life Wake up, early in the mornin', grab my Glock, I'm out the door, trained to go Grindin through the fuckin' hustle, hit a stain up in the North Got my killas and young Ghost with me Ridin' through the West, it's a ruthless city (Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa) I can’t live that nine-to-five life Baby I’m a hustler, I keep hustlin’ Rather gamble freedom and my whole life Baby I’m a rider, I keep ridin’ Future right there in my sight Every day just another fight to survive Yeah the pressure cut deep like a knife Baby this is just my lifeWake up, early in the mornin', grab my Glock, I'm out the door, trained to go Grindin through the fuckin' hustle, hit a stain up in the North Got my killas and young Ghost with me Ridin' through the West, it's a ruthless city (Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa) I can’t live that nine-to-five life Baby I’m a hustler, I keep hustlin’ Rather gamble freedom and my whole life Baby I’m a rider, I keep ridin’ Future right there in my sight Every day just another fight to survive Yeah the pressure cut deep like a knife Baby this is just my life
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