I was grindin' in the dark, pain turned me to a shark Smell blood, then it's Thanksgiving (It's Thanksgiving) Hustle hard (Hustle hard), sacrifice (Sacrifice) You get time to sleep in your afterlife (In your afterlife) This thing of ours (This thing of ours), you pay the price (You pay the price) Riskin' every day for them better nights (Better nights) Ayo, huh Shout out to Esso, he taught me how to cook it This ain't no shit that you learn from out of no booklet Wise men gave me advice and I took it But y'all not tryna be rich, y'all tryna look it Clean clothes and good cookin' That's all I need, but they heart full of greed, so ain't no sense in lookin' I fell in love with this bitch from Brooklyn She played and it made my heart colder than central bookin' I hide my pain with weed and whiskey I'm legit but can't stop thinkin' 'bout my illegal history It's hard escapin' the evil city Don't wan' make it if I end up takin' the wrong people with me, huh Hustle hard (Hustle hard), sacrifice (Sacrifice) You get time to sleep in your afterlife (In your afterlife) This thing of ours (This thing of ours), you pay the price (You pay the price) Riskin' every day for them better nights (Better nights) Ayo, huh I was twenty years old and stable And I got it from trap hazards with stolen cable That's the real why I own a label Not to mention all the cash that I passed out at the closin' table Changed my approach, chose an angle We all had different ramps to take, some roads is fatal Hoes unfaithful, so unstable Instead of catchin' up, they'd rather come to your shows and throw tomatoes Told the streets I'ma leave officially Don't care if I'm broke, I'm goin' somewhere, can't let my ego trip me Hard escapin' the evil city Don't wan' make it if I end up takin' the wrong people with me, huh Hustle hard (Hustle hard), sacrifice (Sacrifice) You get time to sleep in your afterlife (In your afterlife) This thing of ours (This thing of ours), you pay the price (You pay the price) Riskin' every day for them better nights (Better nights) Better nights (Better nights) Mama sons had them thorns on 'em (Thorns on 'em) Sacrifices was the norm for 'em (Norm for 'em) Fightin' demons like I'm George Foreman (George Foreman) Rap music or that church organ, chose rap Now my trail blazin' like I'm from Oregon (From Oregon) Pen scorchin' every recordin' Delivery important like it's imported Crowns on me like a Basquiat art Tried to stop me, but they could've been a part (Been a part) Grindin' in the dark, now I'm shinin' when I park (Ah) Junior likes kis, but my car push to start (Push to start)