[Intro]
You know, by listenin' to some of this music
You know I did more, uh, by now than some people did all day
You know what I'm talkin' about
'Cause, you know, like I say
Goin' through the life as a player
24/7, no sleep
Keep your eyes open all the time, playin' the game
I come from the heart of the ghetto

[Verse 1]
Know what I'm sayin', yo?
Yeah, from his rise from the bottom
City with crime, be on the rise like it's Gotham
Dude from the struggle, destined to bubble
Hustle hard, eyes on the stars like the Hubble
Two turned to five, five triple on the double
Craving for that cream so I took or beat or rumble
Organize and run things, oversee a drug ring
Nothing funny for this money, it's a love thing
Don't underestimate money, he would slug things
Hunger pains'll make a thorough n***a's nose pain
Back to the old days, back to his role play
Hoodie in black, Mac backin' them like okay
O.K. Corral style when that toe spray
I'm in the spot, crack vials by the roach spray
Gutter swagger, n***a, dagger 'til your throat play
No, I ain't goin' for your plate, I want the whole tray
[Chorus]
Hustler
Keep your eyes open all the time playin' the game
24/7, no sleep
I come from the heart of the ghetto, you dig?
Hustler
I come from that life of the street life
'Cause it's goin' down
Can't get no better than that
Come on, player

[Verse 2]
You wanna underrate G, you people got some nerve
I was raised in the gutter, you was shoved in the suburbs
Age of fifteen, kid, I'm destined to drug serve
Moms was a nurse's aid, step pops a janitor
Rim ride shit, drives a stolen cam from Canada
Salvation Army kid, clothes from a canister
Munchin' on a fried bologna sandwich by the banister
Welfare cheese up in the fridge
No heat, freezin' in the crib
Nappy head, peacin' on a kid
Moms puttin' season on a pig
N***a rock PRO-Keds but holes on the bottom
Twelve year old problem, hole in the bottle
No Holy Bible, all I know is survival
OGs in my hood taught me to roll up and rob you
Older cousins on the slip' gettin' it big
They used to call up a cab, cop the shit to his wig
Yeah
[Chorus]
Hustler
Keep your eyes open all the time playin' the game
24/7, no sleep
I come from the heart of the ghetto, you dig?
Hustler
I come from that life of the street life
'Cause it's goin' down
Can't get no better than that
Come on, player

[Verse 3]
Yeah
Used to sell weed then I stepped up to crack
My cool brother died in the crib, stretched off a pack
I'm a young n***a gettin' paid, sex off the rack
Got my little stacks right, mad jewelry and gear
Who the fuck tryna see a judge and jury appear?
Bag me up a couple bitches with some serious rears
Tight [?], tag team, got a furious stare (Sup, mama?)
Runnin' wild in the street, drug dealers and murderers
Pregnant chick tryna copy, nobody servin' her
Only thing you get from me is some dough for the burger
But don't get it twisted, shorty could kneel down and slurp 'em up
Catch 'em out on the block, smackin' one of the worker's up
Same hoes that work to kill all the time
Got her moanin' on her back sayin', "You so fine"
I just use 'em enough to smash, drive 'em out of they mind
Thinkin' [?] even hold a gun so pay in powder and dimes
You know
[Chorus]
Hustler
Keep your eyes open all the time playin' the game
24/7, no sleep
I come from the heart of the ghetto, you dig?
Hustler
I come from that life of the street life
'Cause it's goin' down
Can't get no better than that
Come on, player

[Outro]
See, player, this is why I made this music
There's some things that you can't say
You have to let the music say it for you