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A-Train Gang maintains that working through his music has helped him to stay focused as he vents the frustration that he acquired in his childhood. We all can r
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Peak #2,133
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Dundeal Entertainment
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September 28, 2016
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Lyrics
A-Train Gang
I Hustle's
Chorus:
I Hustle's in these streets
my kids gotta eat
haters do to
so I gotta feed em beef
niggas already know im bout that life (oh oh)
I Hustle's in these streets
my kids gotta eat
haters do to
so I gotta feed em beef
i just hope my mom ain't the one who has to cry (no oh)
Verse #1
Back then it was two fist back then it was no guns
it was me and my homeboys from the groove going downtown gettin on one
Back to the Jets shoot dice on the set hold all respect for the O.g. vet
but if he tried to cheat creep or take my cheese on HCG it's a fade we catch
Boxer drawls filled with an eighth of raw hell naw I ain't trying to catch a case at all
i'm just trying to feed my future seeds cop a pair of new three's at the supermall
Kind of stupid y'all momma's rents due and all her nigga wanna do is smoke soup
so I cop soup chop knots told him on the first Cuz I got you
Felt disrespected I know she did but a nigga had to get cheddar
bunch of disrespect and not giving a fuck came from reppin that 8th letter
Everything in life I've hustled for been having it hard since they cut the cord
mash for everything that I can't afford til the day i'm sleeping on heavens floor
Chorus:
I Hustle's in these streets
my kids gotta eat
haters do to
so I gotta feed em beef
niggas already know im bout that life (oh oh)
I Hustle's in these streets
my kids gotta eat
haters do to
so I gotta feed em beef
i just hope my mom ain't the one who has to cry (no oh)
Verse #2
Back then it was pagers nigga
we didn't have cellphones
we didn't have allowances
we was forced to sell stones
Hit pioneer to belltown
belltown back to pioneer
from pioneer to Rainier
from Rainier back to pioneer
In our rain gear soaking wet
smoking wet loccin on the set
sad to say I ain't graduate
but for some reason I dont feel no regrets
I got a fresh whip and the best bitch that a real nigga could ask fo
she's uncrackable her only ambitions to increase my capital
Practically financially i'm trying to track down Master P
don't burn none my pockets stay fat they counting calories
For the salary I mash hard rotate tires like a nascar
my credits right i'm a platinum plus member swipe more than gas cards
Haters hate gangsters relate to all the real I spill
the real can feel how it feels to pay bills supply they families meals
We went from little tykes five speed bikes to ridin big wheels
fa reazel now the only thing left's to snatch a big deal
Chorus:
I Hustle's in these streets
my kids gotta eat
haters do to
so I gotta feed em beef
niggas already know im bout that life (oh oh)
I Hustle's in these streets
my kids gotta eat
haters do to
so I gotta feed em beef
i just hope my mom ain't the one who has to cry (no oh)
