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Milk crate throne, same crack in the concrete,

'89 I was YN, now my knees weak, Caddy on Daytons still parked out front, Old school don't die, it just pass the blunt, Seen pimps in minks turn preachers in suits, Seen hoes turn nurses tryna pay off loot, Same corner store, same bullet hole in the glass, Same hustle watchin' time fly fast. [Verse] Ayy OG look, I'm posted where you posted, Lil bro got ten toes, whole block know it, Fiends on the corner, they scratchin' at dawn, Track full of shadows when the sun gone, I ain't in love with this, I'm just in it, Tryna flip a zip to a ticket, I'm finished, Mama talkin' college, homies talkin' blicks, I'm in the middle with a pocket full of bricks. [Verse] Crack on the corner, yeah the story never change, White rock, hard knock, blue strips in the rain, Police slow roll, everybody freeze frame, Then back to motion like a video game, Corner light buzz, smell of fried grease, Baby cry upstairs, sirens down the street, That's everyday life, you don't need a beat, The block got a pulse like a heart in the street. [Verse] Silk shirt P, name ring on the pinky, Two phones buzzin', one for the money, one kinky, Ho walk past, heels crackin' on pavement, Ain't no glamour, it's just cold payment, He say he love 'em, she say she gone, Both lyin' just to make it to dawn, Old game cold, new game colder, Same trap, different soldiers. [Verse] Gang remember '06 when Bo got shot, Gang remember when the feds took the whole spot, RIP tees faded on the liquor store gate, Names we still toast with a paper plate, Pour out a little, smoke up a little, Middle of the beef, middle of the riddle, We laugh 'bout the old days, we cry 'bout the lost, Block give love, but the block tax cost. [Verse] Old school Chevy, '84 Cutlass supreme, Cherry red, rims clean, bumpin' old dreams, Tape deck still playin' that Biggie and Pac, Trunk full of nothin' but a old bat and a mop, OG say "son, this car saw wars, Saw dope boys turn to janitors, whores to lords, It ain't the whip, it's the miles in the pain, Every scratch got a name in the rain. [Verse] 2AM, block don't sleep, eyes red, Newport shorty, crackhead beggin' for bread, I got 20 in my sock, 40 in the stash, Dreams of a studio, but I'm servin' fast, Teacher called, said I'm gifted, I'm slippin', Tryna be a rapper, but the trap keep grippin', Write a verse on a receipt from the corner mart, Everyday life tryna tear me apart. [Verse] Hustle ain't just money, hustle is breath, Hustle is rent, hustle is death, Hustle is uncle cleanin' windshields for a buck, Hustle is shorty braidin' hair, tryna come up, Hustle is pimps, hoes, fiends, and fiends, Hustle is prayers from the church fiends, Everybody hustlin' somethin' to survive, On this block you hustle just to stay alive. [Verse] Look YN, listen, I'ma tell you true,

The block gon' love you then forget you too,

I seen fast money turn to slow graves, I seen tough niggas turn to straight slaves, You think you pimpin' the game, game.