You know we do this shit much different than they do
Because we put our heart in it
So the passion is much stronger
Don
Gave my life to the game and, yes, I paid for it
It didn't matter 'cause God knew I was made for it
They killin' my name but I remain solid
The hustle is private and the money quiet
They undercover singers, prattin' and pointin' fingers
Singers, yeah
Smash 'em before we take 'em to the cleaners
Go
Suckers, we don't need 'em
Need 'em
Nigga out here playin' with they freedom
Cappin' about his bag, I don't believe him
I'm thirty years runnin'
Runnin'
Still out here gunnin' with a passion
Very upscale and high fashion
Ha
Nigga out here crashin'
Crash
Nigga, my hustle is everlastin'
Under the old law, no flashin'
Bitch, we come from fifteens bumpin', rock house jumpin'
Bumpin', jumpin'
Hell yeah, this game owe a nigga somethin'
I swear
Big crib millin' a half, I'm still pumpin'
Pumpin'
I swear to God, nigga is watchin', they know I'm comin'
A lame nigga watchin' me, wish he could
Nigga
At the same time a lame nigga, I wish he would
I wish
Try to trick me out my spot, nigga, bitch, I'm good
I'm good
Don Ke, Southside, still reppin' the hood, motherfucker
You see they been gave up
Been gave up
The closer we got to the finish line, they been gave up
Been gave up
Then they took it personal when we kept goin'
We kept goin'
We was raised much different
Much different
Gangsta
Gave my life to this game and, yes, I paid for it
Gave
It didn't matter 'cause God knew I was made for it
Made
They killin' my name but I remain solid
Solid
The hustle is private and the money quiet
You a lame nigga, respect the game, nigga
Lame, game
I know they want me out the picture, I'm the frame, nigga
Frame
They killin' my name but I remain solid
Solid
The hustle is private and the money quiet
Lookin' for a hoe? You can quit, my nigga
One of the best to ever do it, talk that shit, my nigga
Don Ke, I'm the captain, that's legit, my nigga
S-U-C to the finish, it don't get no bigger
Let me talk to 'em
Tell 'em
For once, I'm coherent, definitely black-owned
Owned
Rich and independent, this is South Park's finest
Finest
Music made is timeless
Time
They lookin' for a weakness in my kindness
They better pay attention to the frame on the wall
Wall
Give my jersey to the streets when I go to the hall
Streets
Phone lines up in heaven, I just made me a call
Call
Let 'em know I'm on my hustle, still gettin' it for y'all, yeah, nigga
They killin' my name, but I remain calm
Calm
Hunnid 'round, fuckin' drum
Be careful, my nigga, we in some shife times
Times
Self-made, 7-13, my lifeline
Yeah, understand me, not you, but me
You know, we don't, uh, operate and resonate
Under the same motherfuckin' mind frame, man
What are you sayin'? Gangsta
Gave my life to this game and, yes, I paid for it
Yeah
It didn't matter 'cause God knew I was made for it
Made
They killin' my name but I remain solid
Solid
The hustle is private and the money quiet
Quiet
You a lame nigga, respect the game, nigga
Lame, game
I know they want me out the picture, I'm the frame, nigga
Frame
They killin' my name but I remain solid
Solid
The hustle is private and the money quiet
