You gotta keep up your hustle,
don't let your dreams die
You gotta stay on the grind,
You got ta keep up your hustle,
don't let your dreams die
You gotta stay on the grind,
Once a little dude found school,
wasn't no way to get paid
and didn't stain the American way
From the bottom to the top,
figure he don't rise like Heath
About 10 IQs just to play, shit, 820 at least
So he started with a gram
and then he doubled it up
You'd have thought he was George
He could have went to Burger King for six
But a gallon for the catty running 306
So little buddy under pressure
And it don't help that the cribs
And he need a couple more stacks
So the man ain't makin' money,
Now it's money makin' money
Lil' buddy never planned to fail,
Couple young niggas out to rob him,
took his ass off the planet
You gotta keep up your hustle,
don't let your dreams die
You gotta stay on the grind,
You got ta keep up your hustle,
don't let your dreams die
You gotta stay on the grind,
It's a little Susie Poe dancer,
better known as Merage 500 for the kid,
her G gets a Menage a trois
Body toned in plastic jugglers,
Looks as dumb as the vets and rookies,
No part of how she used to live
Took what's under baby fat
and pulled a Georgian Weezy
Use a thinker like a banker,
senses for more than addiction
Designer skirt, pump wearin',
soft speakin', mob swearin'
Men dig a little dirty talk
She teaches honeys on makin' money
One two step, the goodies,
don't let your dreams die
You gotta stay on the grind,
You gotta keep up your hustle,
don't let your dreams die
You gotta stay on the grind,
cause ain't nobody gives a shit
Halfway houses and correctional facilities
Teen age mamas are dropped
There's some cold, dark memories,
Like is this life really here for me?
Open up your eyes, y take a look around
What you're reading in the papers
is completely watered down
They don't wanna tell you the truth,
The true fear's where we fall,
they learn to shoot first
it's so hard to be positive
When it's kids in the street,
they can't eat, they can't sleep
So they learn to hustle packs
and they get out in the street
Cause it's the only thing they know,
so they workin' that stripper pole
I know it's hard, lil' mama,
don't ever let your dreams go
You gotta keep up your hustle,
don't let your dreams die
You gotta stay on the grind
You gotta keep up your hustle.
Don't let your dreams die.
You gotta stay on the grind
You gotta keep up your hustle.
Don't let your dreams die.
I'd like to thank you for coming out
and attending our soirée.
Behind me, we got Big Kev on drums.
and jam ming out on the guitar.
We got my man Antoine on bass,
And I just want to let everybody know
out there that's in the crowd,
anything that you believe is possible,
We the people that they said
And we're standing up on this stage
doing what we love to do for a living.
Because we believed it was possible.
The only reason people fail
is because they stop believing.
So whether you're out there at the 9 to 5,
or you're out there flipping packs
and you're stripping on that pole,
you keep doing what you're doing
knowing that's a stepping stone
for you trying to get where
Don't ever let anybody slow you down.
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