Hustlin For A Long Time Lyrics - Blade

(Blade) 

Separate me from these streets lord 

They tryna hold me down 

I do this for my people 

They tryna break me down 

Ice Berg: 

My nigga went to prison, gave him 7 years 

He say he was going through hell off in these streets foreal 

Shit, that boy was damn near homeless not cause he was dead broke but cause everybody want it 

His head off his shoulders 

His momma house got shot up so many times that she went and moved to Georgia 

When them killas cant find you, thats what they resort to 

And when they on they man hunt 

Your loved ones resourceful 

So think before you move nigga 

I rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 so imma keep that tool with me 

And he say he dont never think about death 

Sliding one deep cause he was born by himself 

Will there ever be peace? 

Hell, I feel like Pac 

I often wanna know his last thoughts that night he got shot 

Im doing this one for my Gs trying to find a way out 

My nigga keep on grinding and watch how it play out, straight up 

(Chorus) 

A wise man once told me 

That them niggas aint your niggas and dont put your trust in them bitches but 

We all make mistakes 

And we all take losses, thats a part of the game 

And I know that change gone come homie 

We cant stop, it aint over until its over 

Ive been hustling for a long time (x2) 

Blade 

Separate me from these streets lord 

I do this for my people 

Bitch I been down ever since I could remember 

Cold winters, Vienna sausages for dinner 

Hard living, mama dating different niggas 

No father figure 

Tryna figure how to make a dollar from a lousy nickel 

Sometimes I sip a little liquor just to ease the pain 

Keep sipping till I float away 

(This aint no place for a nigga, no place for a nigga x2) 

I feel my unc looking down on me 

I can hear him tell me keep it real, and hold it down homie 

Only talk to my mama every blue moon 

Watch my granddaddy out the blue go too soon 

This cold world got a hold on a nigga 

Got my dawg doing time cause they told on my nigga 

(Have mercy on a soul of a nigga, ice cold blow take a soul on a nigga) 

(Chorus) 

A wise man once told me 

That them niggas aint your niggas and dont put your trust in them bitches but 

We all make mistakes 

And we all take losses, thats a part of the game 

And I know that change gone come homie 

We cant stop, it aint over until its over 

Ive been hustling for a long time (x2)