Letras
We got our eyes on the prize so we hustlin' just to make ends meet
We gotta survive so we grindin' all
The time 'cause our baby's gotta eat
We keep our head up, eyes open, gets
Tough when you catch us in the streets
On the block posted up servin' fiends like "Fuck the police!"
Stop hatin' my team
It's the same grind a new day
To get new money in the same way
You know we put our lives on the line for it
Either kill, die, or we go to jail for it
But we gotta get it
And pray that it come through
Like it's supposed to
Move like the cold do
When the heat approach you
Gotta keep your head on a swivel though
And watch those who watchin' you gettin' dough
'Cause niggas put a call in to see you go
And not some stranger, it's who you know
Consider that the death of a close friend
We been together tough since we was about 10
Hustled together in the weed spots
Flipped them pissy mattresses and vacant lots
Had talks, never let the money change us
'Til that money come, you never know about the dangers
We got our eyes on the prize so we hustlin' just to make ends meet
We gotta survive so we grindin' all
The time 'cause our baby's gotta eat
We keep our head up, eyes open, gets
Tough when you catch us in the streets
On the block posted up servin' fiends like "Fuck the police!"
Stop hatin' my team
You don't know the feelin', ridin' 'round town with 50 stacks
Waitin', when your connect say he'll
Call you back (I'll hit you back, man)
Tryna be smart, close shop when it's dark
Product and the money, ride around in separate cars
Keep a down bitch for a stash house
Every now and then, you take her and her kids out
Two phones, one for business, one personal
Damn, the streets brings out the worst in you
You know how the money come and how it go
Capable to blow a G stack in one roll
But you know, my baby boy gotta eat
And baby girl hate it when I'm in the streets
'Cause she know when the grass low, snakes show
And niggas act like bitches, she hate hoes
Can't blame her, just how I trained her
FDW and gettin' paper
We got our eyes on the prize so we hustlin' just to make ends meet
We gotta survive so we grindin' all
The time 'cause our baby's gotta eat
We keep our head up, eyes open, gets
Tough when you catch us in the streets
On the block posted up servin' fiends like "Fuck the police!"
Stop hatin' my team