Another day, another hustle, tryna make a dolla,
Can never run away from the struggle cuz im her product,
I try to muscle through my darkest days, so for me, putting all my faith in God, it pays

Half rhyme with a spiritual mentality, that's the only reason I can keep a little sanity,
But then again, my mind gone, left hand on my nine chrome,
By my side, tryna make it back home,

Cash rules everything around me, I can't even breathe if I ain't rakin in the franklins,
Now they call me 24/7 the grinder, I remind ya, ^!$$%s how to get it then ya break bread,
At the same time, tryna school the youngstas,

Cause you can have knowledge and still be cooler than a motha$#&@a,
So sit your $$# in class, and listen cuz you moving too fast,
Trust you don't need to fit in with the thugstas, believe it,

If I knew back then what I know right now, I would not be risking my soul right now,
That's why sometimes I think I'm like "Oh my God," gotta slow my grind before I die,
What a ^!$$% gotta go do to get paid, we chasing millions,

So it looks like I'ma be hustling to my grave to get the deal done