Underground Hustle
Life aint all good with a mind of a soldier,
let the enemies get to you and its over.
Many change lanes searching of a Rover,
but fall as victims and cant stay sober.
This is reality and only the real survive,
if you're fake you get ripped every night.
Trying to run away but you cant hide,
cause the GOD came to finish your life.
Some talk shit on wax but I keep it real,
counting digits but not on a football field.
You find GOD only when the end is here,
but he's the only man that gets my fear.
Kicking down the and made the shit drop,
who am I, the same who put you in shock.
The same guy that got all of you to stop,
making wack music before you get shot.