big tree

, I grew up in the struggle, hustlin' for that green, Dreams of college life, you know what I mean, From the block to the books, we grind and we scheme, Love for the paper, it's more than a dream. Stackin' up the dollars, gotta rise from the dirt, Rebellious spirit, ain't afrad of the hurt, o jealous I'm not afraid of the dirt got your girl answering no she got to work big booty girl no she got to twerk in the studio knows you got to work Hood raised me tough, but I’m aiming for more, Chasin’ that cash, like a lion when bout ta roar. Late nights on the grind, while they sleep, I’m awake, Building up my future, every move that I make, Money on my mind, but I’m keepin’ it real, Pourin’ love in the hustle, that’s the ultimate deal. From the streets to the stage, I’m crafting my fate, Rollin’ with my crew, we don’t wait, we create, Ridin' through the city, got that fire in my soul, Love for the hustle, that’s how we roll. Countin’ every dollar, every risk that I take, In a world full of fakes, gotta watch for the snakes, Life’s a game of chess, but I’m playin’ for keeps, In the city of dreams, where the struggle runs deep. , I grew up in the struggle, hustlin' for that green, Dreams of college life, you know what I mean, From the block to the books, we grind and we scheme, Love for the paper, it's more than a dream. Stackin' up the dollars, gotta rise from the dirt, Rebellious spirit, ain't afraid of the hurt ,o jealous I'm not afraid of the dirt got your girl answering no she got to work big booty girl no she got to twerk in the studio knows you got to work grew up in the struggle, hustlin' for that green, Streets whisper secrets, you know what I mean, Dreams in the gutter, but I’m chasin’ the light, Cold nights in the shadows, fightin’ for my life. Pavement’s my canvas, paintin’ pain with the truth, Lost souls in the alleys, just searchin’ for proof, Heart heavy with burdens, can’t shake off the weight, Every deal I made sealed my twisted fate. Trust is a luxury, watchin’ backs in the dark, Friends turn to foes, man, it leaves a mark, Echoes of the past haunt my every step, But I’m grindin’ for the future, no time for regret. or