My niggas they stocking these bitchs be talking u see that these haters keep blocking hustle hustle my life's about loving my kid after all the things u did it takes ahold of me for the real kings to see u took my heart u ripped it apart as it beats respectfully and loyalty from within if only I could rewind for memories and times that we spent that u were not mine just open ur eyes ask why drugs dishonesty has to ruin best things inside of me yet im hoping for that one I seem to seek he has no time for me so I'm waiting im waiting for this moment the moment of rest got to get it off my chest this thing called struggle that real true hustle thats in it to be just take my hand for times of trouble in reality u could not see my pain is so deep these niggas be stocking these bitchs be talking and u see that the haters keep blocking hustle hustle