Oh

Too busy keeping the hustle These niggas don't know

No more taking it easy used to Suffer on the low

Keep up your hands in the air And throw up a four

Lord only knows

That I got the smoke

Too busy keeping the hustle These niggas don't know

No more taking it easy used to Suffer on the low

Keep up your hands in the air And throw up a four

Lord only knows

That I got the smoke

Causing some smoke on the  Beat

Niggas are choking I'm Bringing the heat

Pretending to be in my shoes But really they wanna sweep Me off my feet

My dream place to be at is at The front seat

Where niggas can see that I'm Taking the lead

Some of these fellas don't Wanna believe

I resurrect haters and body the Beat

Could've done it a long time

The one thing that killed all the Homies and left 'em all broke

Was buying some more time

They say they ain't looking but Look at my hustle

It's as if these Fellas are cross eyed

I'm firing bars they follow the Smoke

So I see these fellas just cross Sides

Yeah you know we're straight From the North side

Oh

Too busy keeping the hustle These niggas don't know

No more taking it easy used to Suffer on the low

Keep up your hands in the air And throw up a four

Lord only knows

That I got the smoke

Too busy keeping the hustle These niggas don't know

No more taking it easy used to Suffer on the low

Keep up your hands in the air And throw up a four

Lord only knows

That I got the smoke

This an apology letter to me

Relo I'm sorry I let you believe

You are the weakest in all of These streets

Just that I never thought that You would leave

But now you're back and you're Better so please

Keep up the faith and the hope In your dream

Front cover page of a damn Magazine

Not a certificate called a degree

Counting my blessings

But I got more lessons

Imma just do it

I finna correct It

I've been too scared and feeling Neglected

Makes me too happy to know I'm respected

I don't wanna be another Fallback

I just wanna be another Callback

Let me know that I'm the one To hold that whole crack

Like DAMN

I do it for fam

You see me cringe walking and Think I done fell

Nah I carry a plan

These niggas are playing I Guess imma grab

The gold on the stands

It's hard to believe these days I Been jacked

But trust me I'm back

I'm a kid with a plan

Oh

Too busy keeping the hustle These niggas don't know

No more taking it easy used to Suffer on the low

Keep up your hands in the air And throw up a four

Lord only knows

That I got the sh'moke