[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy this the lil Project Youngin man, can't tell me nothin' man
You already know man, I gotta hustle to survive, you know
Done got tired of being broke, huh
Had to get up off my ass, go and get that bag, you feel me
Haha, ayy, it's the Youngin ho
Ayy, had to hustle to survive out here

[Verse 1]
I wake up early in the morning, hit the streets like I'm robbin'
Know they hate, once I got my cake up they can't stop me
Where were you when I was grindin'? now I shine, you can't block me
I ain't never had shit, please excuse if I'm cocky
Hit the streets to get paid, grind or starve so I'm stackin'
Mama said them bills due, I ain't got time to be nappin'
And I hate a bougie bitch, know them hoes be actin'
Don't let me fuck, I hit her best friend, gettin' head all in traffic
And I ain't sayin' I'm a kingpin but bitch we be trappin'
Gettin' paid five different ways, shows from rappin'
And I ain't just rappin', really live it, no actin'
I love a big booty bitch, I can't be fuckin' no plastic
Can't be weak out in these streets, n***as ridin' big bodies
Fam home, Com and Jody had me in Maserati
Big money schemes, tryna get it by any means
Fifteen hundred for my jeans, been grindin' for a week

[Chorus]
I gotta get it, swear to God it's my time this year
Can't put my trust in no man, in only God I fear
Gotta hustle to survive, we tryna shine out here
Gotta hustle to survive, we tryna shine out here
Can't be no broke bummy bitch, we got kids to feed
If mama say them bills due, I give her all that she need
A lot of fees, man I know the fam depending on me
Gotta hustle to survive so I went hit them streets

[Verse 2]
I'm grindin' overtime, no sleep, 'til we sell all these crack rocks
No time to punch clocks, n***as hate so we tote Glocks
I ain't wicked right, we got forties, no time to box
And fuck a bank account, I stuff fifty in this Gucci box
I dropped out of college and said fuck that degree
'Cause I was dead broke, nobody sending money to me
I had to hustle to survive, get it by any means
So many blues like a strip, hundreds stuffed in these jeans
I'm chasing cheese, doin' a hundred, screamin' fuck the police
'Cause I'm the rerock king, a lot of snow but no skis
A lot of blow but no Alicia when I say we got keys
Then I ain't tryna fuck don't speak, bitch just get on your knees
'Bout a rack on my feet, when I step I be bleedin'
Ain't got no golds but it cost to run my mouth so I'm cheesin'
I spit that crack cocaine, when I rap they be fiendin'
Had to hustle to survive, Project Youngin, streets need me

[Chorus]
I gotta get it, swear to God it's my time this year
Can't put my trust in no man, in only God I fear
Gotta hustle to survive, we tryna shine out here
Gotta hustle to survive, we tryna shine out here
Can't be no broke bummy bitch, we got kids to feed
If mama say them bills due, I give her all that she need
A lot of fees, man I know the fam depending on me
Gotta hustle to survive so I went hit them streets