My life went from joysticks and dreams of being rich,
making sure I wouldn’t ditch or my mom would bitch
To, sunny days in the heart of la, where fly
kicks, and shades r aka’s of being made
Not to mention making sure I’d get payed
Mission object to life, is making sure I live right
And making sure that my flow sounds real nice
I’ll keep hustling every day and every night
But you know right? It’s the same that your feelin
It’s the type of world that were here stuck in dealin
With, but honestly I couldn’t have it any other way
That’s what makes us-us, and separates us from they
Its not about how much money you make or
Its not about if you decide to get baked no
Its more about, what you got in your soul
Not quite yet sure? Don’t worry bro, just
stick to makin dough. You know?
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