Everyday is a hustle, they told me but the kid ain't listen,
and these bills pilin up but the kid ain't trippen,
state of mind ain't defined cause the melody buzz,
for the niggas that i call in the memory of,
usually i swear to god that the game is jake,
but i'm cheatin anyway so i'm playin wit fate,
statin my faith, homey this is not no rap,
this the pain of a slave fightin minimum wage,
crazed, lookin in a empty bottle amazed,
like, somehow, someway, we gone make it up out the hood someday, somehow, someway, we gone make it up out this life,
then i brake out, shit life like a play twenty one fake out,
no time to stay out i focus on the straight route,
baby on the way i gotta find somethin,
cuz i can deal wit me sufferin but not my baby for nothin,
nigga this is real like, fuck that deal,
shit, i'm in the field wit out nothin to build,
got a tool though, to late for school yo,
got a diploma, couple credits yawl i gotta get going,
like,somehow, someway, we gone make it up out the hood someday, somehow,someway, we gone make it up out this life,