What know bout it? yeah what you know bout? What you know bout the hustle What you know about the grind what you know about them scars lemme tell you bout mine I was runnin outta time in the streets chasing paper get rich or die tryin so i prepared to meet my maker in a land full of takers movers and shakers bitch ass niggas fake hoes with the vapors where ya own can set you up and wet you up now or later steel on yo hip glove rubbers grips neighborhood crips ski maskin shit snakes in the grass tryna navigate yo path niggas catchin bids going out sad or takin the stand turning on they fam crooked police shiety Ogs turning bitches out on the strip for some cheese Im just blazin up the weed tryna live it up dreams of being free but then i wake up what you know bout it