Chorus: Mama told me from a young age, That we gotta hustle, gotta put food on the table, even if it means no awards Verse I gotta hustle for my family I ain't got time for no Grammy, I gotta stack up this money, can't afford to be funny ,Now your bitch calling me honey (hold on wait) Yeah I thought it was funny I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't in it for the clout Yeah You better stick around Before we shot ya with rounds