Some people sleep five to a bed
Put your glasses in the air, this goes out to y'all
I used to be half between
This goes out to you, this goes out to you
I'd be getting down the same as them
So brothers have ta learn to bake to make bread
This goes out to the cats on the corner
This goes out to the girls in the streets
This goes out
Went from riding six deep in a little ass jeep
This goes out to the girls in the streets
Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you
Dime pieces standing in line to show us their thongs
And if I gotta get my hands a little dirty
This goes out to the girls in the streets
This goes out to the cats on the corner
You can't touch me
Like going all out just so their kids can eat
This goes out to my homies
This goes out to my homies
This goes out to my homies, yeah
If you don't really know me
Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch ya
This goes out to you, this goes out to you
When I know in my heart if it came down to it
And I think just do it or never did something
Like I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Like I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar
Ay yo I welcome the struggle
And that's the way it is
Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar
But I,aint mad at ya shorty keep them kids fed
Like going all out just so their kids can eat
Three at the feet, two at the top
And now I'm looking back
So I can't really talk about how they should live
That was Heaven sent
My homies, you can't touch me
This goes out to my homies
Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you
Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you
Going all out and doings things that I know just wasn't right
Like I welcome the hustle
Then I'm sorry for sin
Like going all out just so their kids can eat
You can't touch me
Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you
Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch ya
If you don't really know me
Rich cars, fine homes, girls with nice toes
Find the right one, take it and bubble
I ain't giving in, I'm trying to win
This goes out to you, this goes out to you
'Cause we fadin' em all
This goes out
That we call hustlin'
This goes out to my whole five eight one click
That's on the muscle
I ain't mad at'cha
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Rather take a bullet in my head than leave my family unfed
See Lord, tryna hustle must be something
This goes out to the cats on the corner
But the Fed don't understand ain't no bread
A lot of rent wouldn't be paid without this trade
If you don't really know me
You can't touch me
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
We gon' ball till we fall
J E y'all, this goes out to everybody
I often reminisce when we just dreamed of this
This goes out to you, this goes out to you
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
This goes out
Like I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Chicks use their ass and shake to make bread
The Cadillac trucks and Benzes, prowling the streets
Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar
But I can tell you then
