I'm gonna keep on struggling.
I'm gonna keep on hustling.
I'm gonna keep on grinding.
From the bottom to the top,
I won't stop.
I'm gonna keep on struggling.
I'm gonna keep on hustling.
I'm gonna keep on grinding.
From the bottom to the top,
I won't stop.
I can remember visualizing a state,
but that wasn't really what was on my plate.
I didn't complain,
cause it was a blessing whenever I ate.
Being rich make a nigga appreciate hard times,
cause they remind me of where I come from.
A place the world's hardest gangster would run from.
I love how those ain't going back to being the sausages in their pan.
Going back to nothing around my neck,
nothing on my wrist,
nothing on my hand.
I know you can understand I gotta keep clothes on my body,
shoes on my feet.
And food in the refrigerator so my daughter can eat.
But all these wide bodies cost money,
homie,
and the damn thing free.
Maybe now you can understand why I release so many CDs.
I'm from the gutter,
ain't no other way to say it.
And I'd be damned if I go to sleep and wake up in that fuckup again.
I'm in the weed.
Keep on on Saturday.