Hustle

Yeah, I came from the bottom, where the shadows creep, Lost friends to the streets, and it's hard to sleep. Mama cried tears, but I wore a brave face, Had to hustle hard just to find my place. Saw my homie fall, he was just a kid, Caught up in the game, man, he never did. Chasing dreams, but the nightmares chase back, In a world so cold, gotta stay on the track. (Verse 2) Money in my pocket, but the pain runs deep, Counting all the losses, every promise I keep. Trust is a luxury, I learned it the hard way, In the city lights, where the real ones play. Heart full of scars, but I wear 'em with pride, Got my eyes on the prize, no fear to hide. Life's a movie, but the script ain't right, Still I rise from the ashes, ready for the fight. Use in Studio