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hustler - black or white lyrics

sounds n labels, i call it black or white, coz what i wanna know is what it’s like. i’ve been thru sh-t in my life,
and there’s nothing good for me, coz m dying these nights, now it’s time to be a rapper for real.
u call yourself a pro?
don’t do that.
you’ll loose the game,
and i’ll prove that!
how am i to know if u don’t tell me?
i’m grinding for the d’s on the hip-hop street.
didn’t give a f-ck about it even if i was rehabilitated, coz i was in hope to start a life star rated!
facing blues, feeling scared, feeling angry coz life is a mess, my life was f-cked up, that’s y i started rapping’ for a life that’s blessed.
the foundation of my rap is based on my life, i was meant to get rid of the vertigo and claim that height and you’ll know when you raise the stakes just like the level of contrast,
the contrast of my life coloured is much more than my songs wud ever last.

rules r rules, not meant for me,
my life is black or white,
why don’t u tell me?
every second of the pain is like impure blood in the veins, m a rapper for real, get that in your brain. sorry? don’t apologise to me. what goes around comes back around, for i can already foresee.
synthesised riffs, so sweet like citric acid, i’m writing all night and day,
to make my music prime, so i can p-ss it.
inspired so much by him and his music in dis very arena,
changed my ident-ty to hip hop, thanks to curtis jackson and his mom sabrina.

these f-ckers in my hood can’t do it the way i do it, they
got nothing much in their lives other than getting busted. frolics on the side, these f-ckers work hard all d time, i relay like i play
so i get to see sunshine. it’s hard, nothing is easy, i came up with depression and stress, they thought i was just sneezy… nothing’s more
important to me than the stacks and paper, that’s y i cut out the rest, now m a paper chaser. m walking all alone, just my shadow,
i’ve left the rest, now i’m just stacking stacks and they think i’m after my cynical success.

now i don’t need your support or you for that matter,
as it is, i got enough sirens chasing’ me,
i wanna go for a frolic chasing decibels and paper,
to compensate for that one basic need.
no more pain, no more struggle, i got it all throughout now, now u experience the troubles! haha, poor u, u live in a dream world… f-ck
y’all i’m sensing signs saying it’s now my turn.
never thought i’d be rapping this high, coz anything’s better than the sound of my cry,
give me something to say h-llo to,
the beer cafe brew, or a hug or two.
f-cka! u don’t know me, so you go out there n commit felonies. now m fighting extremes coz i got no other choice, yeah m a rider fighting battles at detroit.
enough of the black color, no more chronicles,
i’d rather go underground and be a standalone.
like a n-gg- in the hood,
i’m rapping like i should,
u think about it, if u wanna stay with me, coz if it’s not you,
it must be the adventure in my head that’s rolling like a stone.

this is a mess i gotta come out of, enough of the pain, you don’t even have a glimpse of it. you are a looser getting things u want,
so u can enjoy in your slow lane. i go for d offsets, no mater what d odds r, feeling blues, feeling confused, does it even matter? yes it
matters to me! coz i got a soul affecting crew.
the drumbeats are the defenders, watch out for the vengeance, and we’ll make sure we win the battle wid d underground beats… coz m hip hop baby n u can’t defeat me.
i disappear in the dark, yet you follow me,
i’ll give you a piece of advise, stay away from me!
stay away from me and away from my sight,
first thing’s first, i wanna solve this life mystery of black or white!

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