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Respect the hustle, when I talk they listen

I went from insufficient funds to being self-sufficient

I know some people probably fold if they in my position

I pull up workin' at the well while you just sit there wishin

I grab a pole and I'ma get to fishin

Or I'ma jump inside that hole

And I get to swimmin

My grind different, block the vision

I'ma send a blitz in

And that collision probably knock you back into submission

I do division, some people I keep my distance from

The ones that shoot they shot

But always missin' like they pissin' drunk

And they gon' have the nerve to say my vision dumb

Will be the ones to ask for a favor when all my riches come

I know the business side of this shit really isn't fun

And honestly, it's part of the reason why I might give it up

I'm tryna find the light when the times are tough

But dark thoughts are what I'm constantly reminded of

I'm hijacked by emotions, can never think straight

No food for thought, but I can tell you how this drink taste

Been tryna open up, my mind been locked like a brinks safe

Until I'm flowin' off the pages, readin' what the ink say

And the ink say nothin, this is off the cranium

It's off the dome like an indoor stadium

Fuck wet willy, I spit fire like I'm Damien Until I'm bustin' in the flames and there ain't no containing him

It's pure emotion in these bars that I said

And I don't use a pen, so it's from the heart where I bled

When I'm gon' get my respect, it probably start when I'm dead

The bong rips, resolve conflicts, that start in my head

Damn, yeah, can't live a life where I've been apprehensive

I got the ball and now they act defensive

I built a wall, they can't get in, my crack's cemented

No matter how tired I get, I fight to the death with my back against it

Matter of fact, who got my back protected?

A pack of individuals who I'ma stack my checks with

Shawty who gon' love me even when I lack affection

I'm tryna fix this fuckin' crack reflection