[Intro: T-Rell]
Yeah, T-Rell
It comes a point in a man's life where...
He just gotta get it done
And right now my n***a, I gotta get it done
Look

[Chorus: T-Rell]
I gotta get my momma out the hood
Make sure that my kid is living good
I got to, I got to
I gotta get this hustle off the ground, 'cause these bills is gonna stress a n***a out
I got to, I got to
I gotta get my momma out the hood
Make sure that my kid is living good
I got to, I got to
I gotta get this hustle off the ground, 'cause these bills is gonna stress a n***a out
I got to, I got to

[Verse 1: T-Rell]
Yeah T-Rell
Wake and fake
I'm here to motivate
Good Lord I'm blessed to breathe and glad to see another day
Them kids they gotta eat
[?]
These days is gettin' short
No room for wastin' time
Get it by any means
Work hard and follow dreams
Stay close to your team
I swear these streets is mean
I gotta get my momma out the hood
And make sure that my kid is living good (Oh yeah)
I gotta get this hustle off the ground, these bills is gon' stress a n***a out
I swear to God no man alive could top me
Man I swear to God no man alive can stop me
I got to, I got to
My kids deserve the world and they gon' get that
Hustle 'til it hurts and never sit back
That lazy n***a shit, I swear that you can keep that
And the way a n***a grind, I know you n***as peep that
I got to, I got to
[Chorus: T-Rell]
I gotta get my momma out the hood
Make sure that my kid is living good
I got to, I got to
I gotta get this hustle off the ground, 'cause these bills is gonna stress a n***a out
I got to, I got to
I gotta get my momma out the hood
Make sure that my kid is living good
I got to, I got to
I gotta get this hustle off the ground, 'cause these bills is gonna stress a n***a out
I got to, I got to

[Verse 2: Boossie Badazz]
Now if daddy don't hustle then his child don't eat
If my child don't eat then daddy can't sleep
I got no time to sit around see what that mama gon' do
She been playin' games from the start, what the fuck she gon' do
My mama too she been trippin'
At least she don't wan' leave me
I thought you hated this city
But this city got pretty
[?] show for show I go get it
Bring it back to the fans
I never asked for this hustle
So I thank God who I am
I hustle it come back
I get on the stage, they pay me, I run that
No shirt with the [?]
Flickin' up with the big stack
N***a call with a bag, I'ma get that
[?] money
'Cause my kids are spoiled and I hate to tell them no so when I hustle, ain't shit funny
I got my mama out the hood
But I couldn't get all my potnas out the hood
Most was lost and misunderstood
Most got caught and stuck in [?]
I'm sorry lil' homie but I gotta go
If anybody comin' back to get you
I'm comin' back
You already know and that's on the [?]
[Chorus: T-Rell]
I gotta get my momma out the hood
Make sure that my kid is living good
I got to, I got to
I gotta get this hustle off the ground, 'cause these bills is gonna stress a n***a out
I got to, I got to
I gotta get my momma out the hood
Make sure that my kid is living good
I got to, I got to
I gotta get this hustle off the ground, 'cause these bills is gonna stress a n***a out
I got to, I got to

[Outro: T-Rell]
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I got to, I got to
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