Embrace the struggle. (Hussle!) Chase the duffel. (Hussle!) 100 on the dash, doing da dash. With a bag, full of cash. Ballin like the gym, trying to reach a m. My life's a film. You can catch me, at the ATM! Big rims, butter Tims. Got ya B.m, in my D.m's. Scooped up slim, hit in the A.M! Wham bam, thank you ma'am. After I crammed, grabbed my ham. Dropped off a kilogram, too my fam. Door got rammed, it's the cops, damn. Gun jammed, damn! Gotta run, damn. Stole a ole Ram. (Damn!) Good they left the keys, last thing I need. Is trying too run, while I bleed. As we proceed, in a high speed. Blood pouring down my sleeve. Light headed, starting to weave. Crashed into the trees, on my knees. Still trying too leave. Embrace the struggle. (Hussle) Chase the duffel! (Hussle) 100 on da dash, doing da dash! With bags full of cash. Got a big lead, barely could breathe. Rolled up the weed. Can't believe, I'm freed! Still owe fees. Gotta retrieve, them keys. Pulled a bank heist, shanked the guard twice. Coped some ice. Then doubled my money, shooting dice. Lick want a brick nice, doubled the price. Living the life, in a gangsters paradise! (My Advice?) Million ways too get bread. Killaz end up dead. Drug dealers in the Feds. Behind what a snitch said. Other brothers get mislead. Pray they mis with the lead. Beg for street cred, cost a arm & a leg. Voices in my head. Fed choices that I dread. Fred wrote a letter, in his death bed. Said he should of wed, & fled! Realist sht I ever read. Embrace the struggle. (Hussle) Chase the duffel! (Hussle) 100 on the dash, doing da dash! Wit a bag full of cash.