Yeah, third take, nigga Cozz and Effect, nigga Yeah, yeah, I got to Yeah, yeah, yo, uh Jealousy holding enemies hostage Eventually the penalty Will come and haunt ya Hennessey memories leaving me nauseous But the Hennessy makes The melodies awesome So instead of me talking I'm steady jotting And steady plotting on how To gain spaghetti toppings You know that parmesan That cheddar, mozzarella The list goes on and on you Know my heart is strong I'm a young phenomenon It's like these people keep forgetting It's always the least expected Who ends up getting it So don't tell me bout no niggas hating What's the point if I hear Mr. Not giving a fuck With a joint in his ear Put that steak on his plate The sirloin disappear Empty gut I'm hungry man The guns pointing this year I'm feeling like I'm dealing With children boy I'm killing Niggas already trying to bite styles You break a tooth if you bite down Bitch I go way too hard Cause I've been in this hood dog For way too long man I've been quiet for way too long Been patiently waiting Can't wait too long dog I've been broke man for way too long No hot water for way too long You can't knock the hustle It's way too strong Man we're way too strong Let me touch you with my words, kiss you with a song Let me f*** you mentally, caress you with a melody I do it for my enemies but especially for my dogs So we all get to eat a full bowl of pedigree These full time hoes get a full bowl of f*** you I'm getting cheese Well s***, I'm trying to So I really can't spend time with you I can't lie to you, to tell the truth I just wanna lie with you If that's fine with you I don't wanna spend no time in school It's a waste of time And you can't always do what your parents like all the time Plus, I got enough degrees anyway Check my Fahrenheit you see the charts on the table F*** getting somber we probably start a label F*** getting mine boy I'm tryna feed the table F*** being fine girl you gotta have a brain too You gotta have a brain too cus I've been chasing dumb hoes for way too long I've been in this hood dog for way too long I've been patiently waiting for way too long I've been quiet dog for way too long You can't knock the hustle boy it's way too strong We've been trying for way too long Bout to get off been waiting too long n**** Death to the imposters Label me the king My dreams could win Oscars My niggas turned mobsters My white friends doctors Fatherless child Listen how I got this knowledge is wild Streets taught me, speak softly Nigga watch from the crowd Cause any nigga that's loud Just want attention and eventually blaow No fake niggas allowed in my circle dawg You been through half the shit I been through it'll hurt ya dawg Tread softly, my nigga moving state To state running late watch 'em Tryna avoid state troopers That's the weight watchers Run this dope set this cake Till they say: Gotcha Or till the fat lady sings And niggas hate operas And Oprah hate niggas Make no mistake that we know The stake still We hope to make over eight figures Slim chances, but niggas bet against The odds and who am I to criticise How you play your cards dawg 'Cause I done beat the odds Going way too hard I been getting slept on for way too long I been patiently waiting For way too long I been quiet dawg for way too long You can't knock the hustle Dawg it's way too strong It's way too strong I said you can't knock my hustle Dawg it's way too strong It's way too strong Look, I never admit it, tryna Get my brother acquitted Yo' tell the judge I be happy To pay him off if he's with it My flesh and blood Hauled off to the cell I search for heaven as I see him getting lost in this hell Headed for coffin or jail To never try is the ultimate fail But love is wanting more for someone Than they want for themselves Deep, I guess I love a lot Because the more I do my thang The more I feel the guilt and Shame that my brother's not Reminisce as we was kids Screaming: Fuck a cop Guess he took it serious For me that shit was just for props Arms too skinny to hug the block I found comfort in my dreams of things Seen on the screen of fortune and fame Decisions, decisions The Porsche or the Range I take a trip back to the 'Ville Only corpses remain Some of them niggas still breathing But they dead inside Victims of a genocide Tears fill my eyes dawg 'Cause I've been out of touch man For way too long I've been out in Hollywood For way too long I've been, getting this paper For way too long I ain't called my pops back In way too long I done make my girl wait For way too long I wonder if I changed Am I way too on? Can't knock my hustle But It's way too strong It's way too strong