Hustlebound Letra

Just tryin' to make it through another day
Just gotta make it through another day

Runnin' the streets in the night
a twinkle in my father's eye
sixteen flights in the sky
it seemed like the beginning of time
we were so young, but longed to be so old
this life corrupted us
and God took Smokey from us
I see the sign of the times
I wonder if I could fast forward
but I just wanna rewind

A yo rich man, poor man, read the headlines
we all going the same way at bed time
and all you got in the meantime is ya crib
and ya rib and ya kids or whatever you live for
never take it to the grave wishing you did more
what you wanna do a bid within a bid for?
yo this is life no parole already
might as well hold your nose to the grindstone baby

You can work a 9 to 5
or you can stay on ya grind
pumpin' ya nickles and dimes
on the stroll and you know
the cops is on patrol
they posted up 'round the corner
I'm glad we ain't got nothing on us

A yo rich man, poor man, read the headlines
we all going the same way at bed time
and all you got in the meantime is ya crib
and ya rib and ya kids or whatever you live for
never take it to the grave wishing you did more
what you wanna do a bid within a bid for?
yo this is life no parole already
might as well hold your nose to the grindstone baby

Hey Grand Agent what you doin' fakin' jax in Italy
I thought you was supposed to be makin' stacks in NYC

I'm just trying to survive
(repeat 4x)
(just trying to make it through another day)