Hustle City Feat. Boxx

Welcome to my city homie you know how it go, how it go/
 they gone push it all from dodie to the blow for the doe/
 and get it fast/ his whole life he been struggling/
 so now he bout that cash/ think he cass how he hustling//
 back and stomach touching him and dog gotta eat and cant see/
 no other way he put them paws to the streets what you think/
 aye get a job/ a job what its good fo'/
 mom work two 9 to 5's and we still in the hood though/
 money is his god he cant see it like he should though/
 the hustle is the worship of the god that he push fo/
 so he get a double up fifty then a bopper then/
 bopper to a quarter he dont think its nothing stopping him/
 quarter to half a half to a zip though/
 all so he can sit low with splifs in a six fo
 see he worship money cause he really worship things/
 thats why Christ cant be his Lord cause he wanna be the king/
 thats how it is in hustle city/
 Even them youngins bout that paper paper paper chasing getting change/
 Rep your hood every blocks a different gang let it bang/
 Watch your back them Jack boys they will clap you/
 See back in the 80's Cali cats they brought that crack through/
 Since them it's been on everybody's now a hustler/
 That's why it's hustle city & the smokers is the customers/
 But what they don't know while you pushing rock shinning in yo whip/
 The whole worlds Gods block & ain't no grinding on his strip/
 & that goes for any hood any block that you run at/
 he fronted us life flipped right that will come back/
 And that's in Christ homie all that we need/
 worth more than any water, x, crack or weed in hustle city/
 Now let me tell'em bout my little section were we repping/
 you come through with that disrespecting itll be a wrapped/
 police gone come back round asking and if you happen/
 to have seen what happen we suggest you shut your trap then/
 This hustle city bout the green even them young boys grind mean/
 holing big weight in them skinny jeans/
 living just to get the cream to its just a dream/
 but this our reality trust me homie its not a scheme/
 so to get they whip game proper theyll whip cain proper/
 for that all mighty dollar/
 holler partner we cant be moved and wont be budged/
 not knowing that for each and every sin we will be judged/
 for every rock that sold for every rello rolled/
 for every cutlass montecarlo that we ever stole/
 will cost us our soul unless we switch the goal/
 hustles city we get it in homie now you know/