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All we do is hustling
Laboring till behind time
I don't even requisite halftime
I'll keep pushing till closing time

My dream is buying a mansion
Stay on it till my pension
Am going New York's hell kitchen
When days are dark nigg pray
Some niggas just bray
Fuck my mind just cray
And you wan to underplay my songs
Iam on my way to Britain
I don't want no drama
My journey is skating like a rama
I'm blasting with my hama
Listening 2pac dear mama
I ain't balling but I'm ball gating
I just believe *** ** ****people that are ****** f***
I got a lot of files that need to be that needs to be fucken backdating
That are busy on a system operating

All we do is hustling
Laboring till behind time
I don't even requisite halftime
I'll keep pushing till closing time
My hustle will never end

We live life like a fairy tale
Where we die n turn to history
Like a story told to a young men
Everyday our moms cry
And tell us that men never cry
Niggas pray for thei life
Everyday I always pray
For my soul keeping and
I live life on a fastlane
With no past but future only
And one shot nigga dies
We die once
Sometimes nigga vendalize cricks
And tryna hide away from their cricks