[Intro]
(Young California)

[Hook]
I said hustlin' good morning
Brother, sister, good morning

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm from the era when
We was broke veterans
Criss cross like ice cream and elephants
It's irrelevant if you ain't talking benjamins
So, in the name of Jesus, Muhammad and Moses
The Devil won't release us, freedom, go on, speak up
Sometimes shit too real for some speakers
And if they hate somebody might pull that heat up
Life is cheap, huh? Death just creeps up
But God is good and life is fucking great
Love is in the air, so I suffocate
But I took Mary Jane on a couple dates
Then we fell in love 'cause we don't give a fuck
A couple blunts to the head till I'm brain dead
Just a victim to society
'Cause cash [?] are still things that inspire me
Word on the street
I head the Devil tryna hire me

[Hook]
Uh, so wake up
I said hustlin' good morning
Brother, sister, good morning
Dope boy, good morning

[Verse 2]
Uh, I go wherever my weed blows
Now, why they had to kill both my heroes?
Life's a gamble, no casinos
That young Al Pacino, we counting De Niro's
So feed me big egoes
A couple sand n***as 'round me packing [?]
Yeah, shout out my people
My bank account look better now with extra zeroes
We hustle real hard
And fill up cars with them broads
Then we hop boulevards
In Chevies can you hear the fucking head me, baby?
Another victim to society
'Cause cash [?] are still things that inspire me
Word on the street
I head the Devil tryna hire me

[Hook]
Uh, so wake up
I said hustlin' good morning
Brother, sister, good morning
Dope boy, good morning