Tryna stop my mum working, so I'm jugging till my last breath
Even if it means that I die or I hit the pen, dog-eat-dog world, too corrupted for a Savior, fuck a Royal Rumble, I'd rather call it Hustlemania
Sinning to make a change, you wouldn't know about my lifestyle, tryna jugg my studies & my hustle, yeah my lifes wild, yeah I fuck wid sqrs but I ain't talking about the shapes fam, but that's all linear, passive income, that's the main plan
You can't eat alone so I'm wid a team full of hustlers, real-life strugglers, footy & school jugglers, but we ain't cold hearted, we're tryna eat & feed our loved ones, ain't talking FIFA when I say I'm pressing R1
So I'm tryna stack & maintain, invest £ and see papes, got Lesnars that'll get you Smackdown if you got the Kane
When I die I need to hit the hustlers' hall of fame, tryna leave a legacy like Bergkamp in Highbury
When the £ calls, it's always got me on my Ten Toes, I think I lust for the paper, when I penetrate I buss red notes, real F Boy when I recycle all these plastics, drop them to Uncle Merlin and try know he does his magic tricks
Hitters in my section from Wheelers Cross to Oban, loyalty is priceless, yeah n***a that's the slogan, but I don't trust a soul cah any mortal can betray you darg, Bodie killed Wallace and believe that was his own darg
Also got a part-time, trading hours for this bread, one stable income, no stress from the feds, but I ain't fully legit, I drop shapes to the uncle though, making moves cus I'm on my hustle like Michael Stone
Tell my holders don't stress, stay home and be cool, team full of Zlatans man and I ain't talking football, F ain't enough so I'm hitting licks on my jack jones, before I leave my crib, I either you go hard or go home
Seeing all my n***as shine just makes me shine more, but seeing olders fall off makes me wanna mash more, but my little siblings happy always makes me see the bigger picture, like there's more to life than making £ and living richer
So I grind hard just to ensure the better days, straight Goodfellaz but my Shottas do Carlito's Way, P's a Family Guy, for the pees he's flying Griffins, can't knock the hustle, everybody needs a living, more to life than the ends, let's take big risks for big yards, don't ever think wealth means designer or The Shard, little gimmicks replicating Kanye & Jigga, so their moving all that Coke tryna make their stack Bigga
Don't watch how others mash their work, I only watch mine, £ in Bags & Boxes got me patterned in Financial Times, Blade Brown thinking I've learnt to stack more & spend less, on my Warren Buffett, but I'm too young to trade shares
Guessing share prices, Oracle of the trading game, feeling Mr. Probz I just want G's to feel my wave, no intro to the Payper, I've already had my Training Day, ask about me, I've really done moves to see the papes
Tryna feed my people, want my Mum driving nice cars, so I'm kidnapping red Lizzys & Purple Charles
Beefs long, bruddas get it on their way to school, that ain't the life for me gangbanging ain't cool, rather bang for the ends that help Mum and sis eat, first-aiders of the road, resuscitating dead beef , cah, these youts feel they have a point to proof, not knowing beef is a sport for them mandem with nothing to lose, them youts with no vision, no talent, no end goal, either end up locked up in Scrubs or even dead though
RIP my bro Jojo, that's my n***a from the jump, I swear when he died, uno that shit touched my heart, age 15 his soul descended to the heavens, all he wished for was stripes, to be a hood legend, yeah he achieved it but look where he ended up, I'd rather see my n***a riding life up in Belmarsh, yeah I'm not a activist cus I'm still in the hood, but I've got plans to achieve that not many other kids would, doing wrong to make a right just to further the case, so wrong right intentions, I'm feeling like Rawz
I see all these generic rappers splash ing P on rentals, it's mad I've never heard a rapper boast about essentials, like putting food on the table, or paying Mummy's rent though, buying Loubs but can't pay for gas, man that's dead tho, these youts money-hungry so they can stunt on the Twitter cah, Get Rich or Die Tryin, for the Loubs theyll leave a Massacre
Hit rock bottom like The Rock before, won't happen again, cus I learnt the art of maintain from my jigga M, lowkey living I don't wanna ever have to go pen, have my money going through more Relapses than Eminem
Word to my bro Jayke, I'm sinning to make a change, tryna make a money storm so in the club I make it rain, but it's mad all this butter won't moisten my pain, Cus since my bros died, things ain't never been the same