PlatBoss, Queen Beebee - Hustler's Tale Lyrics

I had no other choice had to profit from my schemes
On the blocks raising dollars from a dream
Didn't wanna be a puppet lost in the machines
I was meant to break bread with the supreme
Seen drug dealers pushing Beamers on the road
And watching unbelievers sell their souls
Traders are still using vessels on the coast
It hasn't changed much
Greed still enslaves us
Mindset of the elite I never say much
I be rolling in the hood with my chains tucked
If I showed where I started swear you won't believe it
From hustling for scraps with the bottom feeders
To being recognized as one of the godfathers
They closed the doors on my face and I knocked harder
I could've been another failure with some of a life
But I chose to live my dream and it came with a price

On that street corner diligent when moving package
Ghetto mechanics stay strapped we got tools in our blankets
A lioness hand me the pyrex and I'll show you science
Of how they turn a son to a fiend hooked in a habit
It's drug dealers and hustlers cooking and cracking
Like crabs in a barrel you only leave the hood in a casket
If you moving weight be on the spot on time
Or you might catch yourself the victim of a bloody crime
No sleep around here cuz surviving just isn't enough
How I turn racks from a dime I got the midas touch
Now stop us harassing us, and stop profiling us
The all pulling em strings like puppets y'all controlling us
Put us in prison breaking families, we've had enough
Cuz in da hood we politicians with the higher ups