hustle don't stop

[Intro] Pistol grip, tight shadows dancing on the wall, Crack calls in the night, hear the phone when it calls. Business moving fast, counting cheese like cheddar, Too much pressure in the room, gotta keep it together. Beretta in the lyrics, Swiss-cheese metaphors, But every dollar that I made came with consequences more. [Hook] Dark nights in the hood, where the streetlights flicker, Moving through the smoke while the whole world gets sicker. Money on my mind, but the price getting higher, Every corner got a story, every siren sound like fire. I was chasing that paper just to make it through the day, Now I'm looking at the damage that the hustle left my way. Ain't no reset button when you live this kind of life, Every choice leaves a scar, every wrong comes with a price. [Verse 1] Back against the wall, had the rent coming due, Mama needed groceries, what was I supposed to do? Learned the language of the block before I learned to trust, Watched friends turn distant, watched relationships bust. Late-night transactions underneath the yellow light, Paranoia in my chest every car that passed by. Counting dirty money with a cold expression, Trying to turn survival into something resembling a blessing. [Bridge] And the night keeps calling, But the walls keep talking, Every shadow got a memory, Every step got a cost. I wanted out so many times, But the streets kept pulling me back, Till I finally understood— You can't outrun what you carry. [Verse 2] Now the same blocks look different when you're older, Same cold nights, but the weight on your shoulders. Money came quick, but the peace disappeared, Every victory felt smaller every time I faced fear. I remember empty pockets, cold floors, no heat, Now I understand why survival ain't defeat. Still walking through the darkness, trying to find my way, Hoping I can build tomorrow from the wreckage of yesterday. [Hook] Dark nights in the hood, where the streetlights flicker, Moving through the smoke while the whole world gets sicker. Money on my mind, but the price getting higher, Every corner got a story, every siren sound like fire. I was chasing that paper just to make it through the day, Now I'm looking at the damage that the hustle left my way. Ain't no reset button when you live this kind of life, Every choice leaves a scar, every wrong comes with a price.