hustle

[Intro] Yeah… Sometimes the streets don't give you choices, They just give you consequences. [Hook] I was broke in the ghetto, had a dream in my chest, Trying to feed my people, trying to give 'em my best. Money came with the pressure, every dollar had a cost, I was chasing something better while I watched myself get lost. [Verse 1] Empty cabinets, cold nights, rent due at the door, Mama counting every dollar, I was looking for some more. Had dreams of getting out, but the struggle held me down, So I learned about the hustle from the corners of my town.[Intro] Yeah… Sometimes the streets don't give you choices, They just give you consequences. [Hook] I was broke in the ghetto, had a dream in my chest, Trying to feed my people, trying to give 'em my best. Money came with the pressure, every dollar had a cost, I was chasing something better while I watched myself get lost. [Verse 1] Empty cabinets, cold nights, rent due at the door, Mama counting every dollar, I was looking for some more. Had dreams of getting out, but the struggle held me down, So I learned about the hustle from the corners of my town. I ain't proud of every choice, but I remember why I chose it, When you're starving for a future, desperation keeps you focused. Every siren in the distance had me thinking 'bout my fate, Wondering if tomorrow was gonna come a little late. [Hook] I was broke in the ghetto, had a dream in my chest, Trying to feed my people, trying to give 'em my best. Money came with the pressure, every dollar had a cost, I was chasing something better while I watched myself get lost. [Verse 2] Seen friends disappear, seen families fall apart, Seen the streets take a young man's future from his heart. Everybody wants the money, nobody talks about the price, Nobody sees the lonely tears you cry alone at night. I kept telling myself, “Just survive another day,” But the longer that I stayed, the more I lost along the way. Now I'm looking at my life, trying to rewrite what I can, Turn the pain into a purpose, become a better man. [Bridge] If you could see inside my heart, you'd understand the pain, All the nights I couldn't sleep, all the memories remain. I wasn't born to be a hustler, I was born to chase a dream, But sometimes poverty can make the impossible seem routine. I just wanted my family safe, wanted food upon the plate, Didn't know those desperate choices could determine someone's fate. Now I'm praying for a second chance, praying I can change, 'Cause surviving ain't the same thing as escaping from the pain. [Final Hook] I was broke in the ghetto, had a dream in my chest, Trying to feed my people, trying to give 'em my best. Money came with the pressure, every dollar had a cost, I was chasing something better while I watched myself get lost. [Outro] Concrete dreams… Heavy heart… Sometimes surviving is where the story starts— Not where it has to end. I ain't proud of every choice, but I remember why I chose it, When you're starving for a future, desperation keeps you focused. Every siren in the distance had me thinking 'bout my fate, Wondering if tomorrow was gonna come a little late. [Hook] I was broke in the ghetto, had a dream in my chest, Trying to feed my people, trying to give 'em my best. Money came with the pressure, every dollar had a cost, I was chasing something better while I watched myself get lost. [Verse 2] Seen friends disappear, seen families fall apart, Seen the streets take a young man's future from his heart. Everybody wants the money, nobody talks about the price, Nobody sees the lonely tears you cry alone at night. I kept telling myself, “Just survive another day,” But the longer that I stayed, the more I lost along the way. Now I'm looking at my life, trying to rewrite what I can, Turn the pain into a purpose, become a better man. [Bridge] If you could see inside my heart, you'd understand the pain, All the nights I couldn't sleep, all the memories remain. I wasn't born to be a hustler, I was born to chase a dream, But sometimes poverty can make the impossible seem routine. I just wanted my family safe, wanted food upon the plate, Didn't know those desperate choices could determine someone's fate. Now I'm praying for a second chance, praying I can change, 'Cause surviving ain't the same thing as escaping from the pain. [Final Hook] I was broke in the ghetto, had a dream in my chest, Trying to feed my people, trying to give 'em my best. Money came with the pressure, every dollar had a cost, I was chasing something better while I watched myself get lost. [Outro] Concrete dreams… Heavy heart… Sometimes surviving is where the story starts— Not where it has to end.