(Thinking of some ways of getting paid nowadays, In the huddle with the homies running different plays, Aint never going back to eating on them state ttrays I got what I needed off the streets cuz crime pays,) Summer, winter, fall and spring, You can catch me blowin green, Tryna get my hustle on, Surviving what this life may bring, Good or bad, Happiness or sadness thru all of this madness, It don't make a difference one way or another if your cashless, Never going back to being broke again, Thats not an option, With low pockets, Suckas flash they money chances are Ill rob em, Ok so you got a knot, Fresh outfit bottom to top, Now I'm jealous of what you got, So I'm reachin for the Glock, Taking all these risks for currency, Currently got me stressin, Looking over my shoulder, Hands reaching for my smith and wesson, Wish there was a better way, I know there is but I can't see it, All I've ever known, sling some dope, And robs folks for some free shit, Wanna sell some T shirts, music for people to bump, feel it's not enough, Wanna own the world like donald trump, drug addicted, Drinking liquor daily just to numb the pain, So I gotta hustle, struggles goin on up in my brain, Walkin on this tight rope, Blowin on some bomb dope, Wetside music helps me cope, A Nice round booty I can grope, Just the bare nessecities, Suppressed the anger built inside, I see right thru ppl, they cast shadows cuz they live a lie, (Thinking of some ways of getting paid nowadays, In the huddle with the homies running different plays, Aint never going back to eating on them state ttrays I got what I needed off the streets cuz crime pays,)