Just a young nigga tryna hold my own
Stand my ground & defend my soul
Truth be told done so much wrong
Mama said, “boy, don't you come back home”
I said “Cool dont you worry bout me.”
Look at this money that's all on me
Ain't gonna stop cause I don't know how
So hustle don't fail me now don't fail me now
Mama at work, ain't seen pops
The block so hot, the cops never stop
Harassing a young nigga tryna get dough
My ice too shiny & my pants too low
My rims too big, my music too loud
[?] Lord at the [?] tryna put a nigga out
My baby need pampers, the light bill due
I need to pay it now but I seen these shoes
I should know better, the devil on my shoulder
This past winter seemed like it got colder
4 or 5 hustles still barely gettin over
Shoulda been listenin when them old niggas told us
Life keep moving even when you don't
The next man will do whatever that you won't
So get about your hustle, your muscle & your grind
Sleep time over double up your grind
Billy jack couldn't read, Billy Jack couldn't write
But they didn't fuck with him, Billy knew how to fight
Billy knew how to count, Billy kept a lot of money
Billy serious, to Billy ain't a damn thing funny
Billy daddy named Frank, Frank used to run the numbers
Had a bad red bitch she was Billy Jacks mama
Franks [?] passed on the hustle to his son
Look Billy Jack number one son of the Don
Billy hard, Billy heavy, Billy cool, Billy cold
Billy dropped out of school at 11 years old
Billy uncle named James used to pick him up & kick it with him
Brand new sports car Speeding getting tickets with him
Introduced him to the work, showed him what a brick was
Used to get a g from the kin folks big cuz
Pimp Tight M-J I was cool with big cuz
Used to come through and get blowed on them big buds
