Story behind the song
real shit props to faize, in oakland for the beat
Lyrics
i aint a hustler,but we all gotta survive some way
so i'm survivin in ma own dinasty to tha last day
lettin casket' stray,and the hate yeh i got it
but you couldnt have eyez's shit if you put ya name on it
no more playing games,see tha anger got me charged
coz dudes be throwing fits like a gang of retards
puttin camera's in tha yards to say they watchin me
but you couldnt pay for skillz that i got for free
faggits puttin plots on me they think i be weak an thin
but eyez knows strenght goes deeper than skin
so even if i'm easily skinned i'm still comin back to you
so bring ya bhoy and that fuck can get wacked up to
i dont supply blasts by the few,its only nuke shotz
see eyez be pumpin out more hits than a fuckin jukebox
fuck who's a hustler and who's not,thats how itz gotta be
coz life's jus 1 big lucky dip like the national lottery
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