Hustling on Harry S. Truman Dr. Lyrics

Yeah

Shit, look

Hustling on

I get to it later

2017 my mind is in the way of things

I'm chasing dreams thinking about just what a dollar brings

Take whatever shit you have to make it right God ain't called on me until that night

I know he knows I ain't living right

My pockets tight type to cross out my only friends

And family too if it's me or you

I do you dirty once and do it all again

My folks can't understand what's been going on

The golden child has found it hard to keep holding on

My best friend died last month he was just 16

Six years passed but my feelings man they still sting

Sometimes I play it in my head and I go over and over

I hate to see what my life becomes and what my future brings

2017 I hate the shit that we be on

Type to make a nigga give it up

And buss his ass if he be moving wrong

I ain't understand then how to just move along

God forgive me but I want them niggas dead if they just do me wrong

I'm head strong on my decisions

My main focus is up I don't care who I hurt my only goal is winning

I wasn't known to pivot rethink how we living

After all we only children trying to survive that's just how we get it

Aint it twisted I got to rob you just to make a difference

My mans served fiends he don't know what they will do just to get a fixing

I stood in snow and rain

You ain't never heard me bitching

To make a dollar my love for hustle shit was truly different

I was 15 did things got kicked out

My mother worried about me this time that I was in route

To end up like my family members that I be afraid to ever speak about

Some things I cant afford to ever have leak out

When in doubt I got hustler in my blood my nigga

Where I'm from they throw hate it's never love my nigga

If she will I can't ever give my trust my nigga

Cause niggas quick to take advantage they never real its doing damage

Pass aggressive

In my recent message

Watch what you be saying now

Niggas died for speaking reckless

Remember back in high school I skip school

Chasing pussy I was doing extra

But now a nigga at a point

She bad as hell we just gon' skip the texting

But I think back on the times were I had faced rejection

It's my impression were in love she tell me now dat we just not connecting

And that was more affective

Hustled hard I thought by now that I had lost direction

I'm taking my time looking around forever

All the places I've been trying to find the way

Yeah show me the way, show me another day

Cause I need your love now tell me

Can we ride that rainbow once again

Tell me can we ride that rainbow to the end

Oh yeah