Lyrics
Don't really wanna have to bust right now
Don't really wanna have to bust no rum right now
Don't really wanna have to bust no gun right now
Don't really wanna have to make you run right now
Don't really wanna have to take that Uzi out
Don't really wanna have to take that Gucci now
Don't really wanna have to come and scatter this crowd
Don't really wanna have to come and cap that mouth
Well I don't really like how the ghetto youth suffer
They leave us like apes on the hill
But still to the rich it doesn't matter
And I don't really like how they treat us as truck
'Cause the poor can't afford no transport
While the rich drive a Benz and a Rover
As a youngin I was easily led
Thinkin' 'bout some of the stuff I used to do
I coulda easily dead
Just a youngin tryna eat some bread
Weren't until I put my shoulder to the grindstone that I got fed
See I changed my work ethic instead
Recognise my worth and use my head and so I pledged
Til I return to dust fam, til I'm dead
I'mma hustle, I'mma hustle everyday I said
So I hustle everyday now, I'm up out of bed
I'm on the road runnin' it red and killin' 'em dead
I know the ledge but don't push me though I'm close to the edge
And even though I stopped robbin' still dodgin' the feds
You don't really wanna test me now
You don't really wanna come and stress me now
Don't really wanna have to put that vest on now
Don't really want a bullet through your chest right now
Don't really feel you wanna go to bed right now
Don't really feel you wanna play with lead right now
Don't really feel you know I beat it dread right now
Don't really feel you know your spirit dead right now
Well I don't really like how the ghetto youth suffer
They leave us like apes on the hill
But still to the rich it doesn't matter
And I don't really like how they treat us as truck
'Cause the poor can't afford no transport
While the rich drive a Benz and a Rover
I move right but never say never
Still howlin' at the moonlight and dealin' with the pressure
The weather that I'm under is torrential weather
But I'm tryna get my breath back and breathe a little better like
Inhale, exhale
And man is writin' letters to me from some next jail
And bailiffs wanna come and put my house up for sale
And I'm tryna live better but plans can derail
I don't move left but never say never
And I don't fear death 'cause who wants to live forever
When I take my last breath same time's a new beginning
They're sayin' he's got the devil in him
Yeah I do, I got the spirit in me too
I'm complex like you
But cash rules on the ends I'm from
It's not long
So we hustle for the Ps them strong
You're not wrong
Cuh pissin' in the wind ain't on
We need wong
You don't really wanna test me now
You don't really wanna come and stress me now
Don't really wanna have to put that vest on now
Don't really want a bullet through your chest right now
Don't really feel you wanna go to bed right now
Don't really feel you wanna play with lead right now
Don't really feel you know I beat it dread right now
Don't really feel you know your spirit dead right now
Well I don't really like how the ghetto youth suffer
They leave us like apes on the hill
But still to the rich it doesn't matter
And I don't really like how they treat us as truck
'Cause the poor can't afford no transport
While the rich drive a Benz and a Rover