[ Featuring B.Aware ]
Woah yeah, we just getting by
Hey now now, I'm just getting by
Uh huh, we just getting by
Hey now now, I'm just getting by
I hustle hard, its what keeps me alive
If I let it overcome me it could eat me alive
But I'm peaceful inside, the heat from my mind
Left over on the street in every beat that I ride
What you know I'm out grinding the work
Time to be heard new policy rappers grind or be hurt
If the truth is what you spit about then mine is the curse
Cloud eight is heaven Cloud nine is my verse
Child try to rehearse this game is very diligent
You ain't gon' meet a illa-kid name another realer than
A-U-D-I-O ain't you feeling it
The Chain gain maintain reign Major militant
Me without the hustle something to hard to believe
Like bad news or Detroit without the heart of Rasheed
We all see, I gotta wear my heart on my sleeve
And it goes out to B.I.G.'s that just got daughters to feed
Woah yeah, we just getting by
Hey now now, I'm just getting by
Uh huh, we just getting by
Hey now now, I'm just getting by
When its too late for you to be out
We doing about eighty percent of the tentative moves on our route
No sleep we like a juvenile child
Still move the crowd beautiful like Jewel of the Nile
These cats don't know about the hustle and flow
Like skinny-black man, you get bust in the nose
Who you want to glorify its either us or the hoes
Like Nate said 7 days the same dust on our clothes
Oh no, fella move back and holler quick
We taking over the industry on some power shit
You get left off like b-boy acknowledgments
Steal ya dollars quick like Detroit politics
Uncle Sam man he be demanding the papes
Spend your whole life running from the man and the jakes
I know friends handling weight that rather be straight
How many grams you think it take to fill a family of eight
Woah yeah, we just getting by
Hey now now, I'm just getting by
Uh huh, we just getting by
Hey now now, I'm just getting by
He's a hustler hes not a customer
The boy walk down the street with a button up
Shoes laced new shades tilted just a touch
Money stick to his hands like they was suction cups
They all see em wanna be em be comparing his scheme
He told em cherish your team and keep your area clean
When you die like pharoes you should bury your cream
So the underground can see this real American dream
You deserve hydraulics bending curbs wide bodies
Spinning herb while hotties do that dirt drop knowledge
Holler we on a mission to hit it then we switch wallets
Officially fit to viciously spit like Chris Wallace
Get off it and call it what you want we is ballers
Our cribs a bit smaller
But we don't mind 'cuz we just grind
Until the day that we day die we gonna be just fine
