I could drop a hundred favorite real life/hustle verses...shyts seem to stick with me the most
Just 5 random ones I thought of, typing it out just ain't the same brehs
It's rare I listen to nuccas who never been in my position
A Caterpillar can't relate to what an Eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down little man, let me school you in hood business
Seen a lotta nuccas blow, lotta dreams folded
Some wasn't humble, ate too much, got bloated
Ain't too much left to buy, bought it, I'm loaded, I guess
Lear jets, I ask myself...Do I need love or success?
They say the artist that truly suffers, his stuff is the best
Cuz his heart bleed on his sleeve, pain, pistols, and sex
Remember spray painting the word FRESH...and then staring at
Older folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays, drive the McLaren past it
Same old man from years ago...told me life is short, so from infant to geriatric
Trust your own judgement, live with it and love it
Nas - Trust (3rd Verse)
Some say I'm crazy for signing with 50 Cent...
Them same nuccas wasn't offering to give me shyt
Nuccas hate you when you rich, but love when you broke
I never knew I had so many enemies before
My arms is open to anybody who want beef
I promise you, I won't sleep, till y'all laying six feet
G-Unit, that's what it is, that's what it's gone be
Benzino or the Source can't hold me
I've been heaven sent, to put an end to this nonsense
The handle of this 45, will knock him unconscious
Most of these rappers throw bricks and hide they hands
Come to our shows, then go hide behind they mans, they hoes...
I understand I'm a target, I'm on top
But understand, if you start it, I'm gone pop
I'm not an artist, Buck is a street pharmacist
One of the smartest, that's gone get money regardless
Young Buck - Prices On My Head (1st Verse)
Look, don't cry tears, they don't fly here
And if you don't die here, you supposed to fly Lears
365 here is like a dog year...no wonder why these nuccas 20 and got white hairs
Stressing like they 40 and some change, it's lonely in this game, all my homies is in pain
And brodie is the slang, but it don't mean he yo brother
It don't mean you can trust him, it don't mean that he love you
And we was raised wrong but we stayed strong
And when we kept it real, we got faked on
And when we showed up, we got flaked on
But while them nuccas starved, we getting cake holmes
I bet my life, I'm a dice shaker
Electric lights on a skyscraper
It's up and downs for a real nucca...but you'll be lame all your life hater
Mac-10 in my Black Benz
Show me signs of betrayal, can't be back "friends"
Long flights get my mind right
Victory to me is when you spend your time right
Victory to me is when you get your grind right
Victory to me is when you get your moms right
Nuccas...got this shyt twisted
Like Jean-Michel Basquiat destroyed his pictures
Self inflicted homicide, don't pull the trigger
I feel like I got to tell you, you got something to contribute
Regardless of what you into, regardless of what you been thru
I feel like I got to tell you, you got something to contribute, something to contribute
Nipsey Hussle - Face The World (2nd Verse)
Nucca what you live for?
Nuccas taking risks for the money, doing years for it
Gotta feed them kids boy
Grinding so hard, I don't do it for myself
Long as the fam straight, who gives a fucc about my health?
Look...weighing up them grams, that's how I learned mathematics
Stuntin for these hoes, these youngins hustle ass backwards
Them old heads didn't give them the game
These boys lost man, that shyt is a shame
And when them boys rolled up, I seen nuccas froze up
These the same nuccas that be acting like they so tough
Boy, you need to stop it
That act, you need to drop it
Nuccas in the streets they know I'm all about a profit
From an 18 year old - Lil Bibby - What You Live For (2nd Verse)
When I wake up in the morning...You know what I see?
The world is a ghetto...smoking on D
My lil cousin 13, strung out on E
You can't blame him...His momma's on C
Uh...O - K - E
27 - but she look, like an old la-dy
Grind, Grind, FUCC working at, Old Na-vy
I'd rather slang girl...and make the world go cra-zy
Who am I? Man I ain't much better
Just a young nucca lost, trying get this cheddar
Staring out the window, wishing on a shooting star
Trying to get dumb money, go and buy a stupid car
Pray to the Lord, tryna heal my flaws
Dialing to the heavens, hope he hearing my calls
I wanna leave the game but I'm stuck and I'm trapped
So I call on my nucca JACK...RIP
Mistah F.A.B. - Off The Jacka's "Calling My Name" (1st verse)
