Smoothe da Hustler - Caught Up Lyrics

Mama said theyll be times like this
So we eight hours like a nine to five shift
Cut from the same cloth my pops had
Split a beach towel
Now we both got washrags
Daddy wasnt home much
Out doing hold ups
Tryna uphold the household and so what
Most of my friends
Aint have daddys growing up
I was lucky I aint peep it
Now Im old enough to see it, YEAH
Thru the window of the benz I reflect
My reflection is someone
To the end i respect
So when I step in front of him
Tho my gear is correct
My connection and loyalty
To hims to the death
My success importantly
I begin to accept
So Im offended
If someone comprehends something less
My obsession is something
I pretend to neglect
Tho my profession was funded
By the friends I connect
Organized confusion Im a mess
When its organized to music im a threat
Yet
Its funny how the same homie
Counting on you for ins
Will be the same phony that got it out for you
Yup
Growing up you use to ride for me
Blew him up he switched sides on me
Damn
We use to call ourselves three deep
Knew him since four
Now he cant get a five from me
Somebody show me the top five
I knock guys under
Six feet when the shots fly
You not fly
Stop by the chopper with a cocked eye
The scope on top
Not by a long shot
Guys cannot dodge
So for future reference
Yall cant get with me
In ya presence
Im past ya'll the rest is history
And the moral of the story
It aint one
So take what you can
From this man verse and paint one
Im caught up
Im caught up in the life
Im caught up in the life
Don't get caught in the wrong
I tote guns but I know it aint right
Im caught up in the life
And the unfortunate likes that goes with it
Don't get caught in the hype
Niggaz caught up in the hype
I'm caught up in the life
Fast cars, fly girls and ice
Im caught up in the life
Im caught up in the life
Im first family you no relation
So no relating to my thuggacation association
Or my gangland affiliation
Face it
That quiet money make it my motivation
You ain't paper chasing
Slow ya pace then
Im use to getting it fast
No patience
Divide the time of the day
By the time that it takes
To grind and get paid
Thats how Im a stay
Notation
Show yall how serious this can get
I got Brooklyn on speed dial
This is it
I got niggaz in the penile
Like this the shit
You think you cold
Til they kill who you chillin with
I sit and kick it with niggaz you idolize
Topic of discussion is you niggaz out of line
The clock tickin they figured was our demise
The block clickin for Trigger & I to rise
Family is sacred
Some niggaz envy the thought of that
Disrupt your brotherly love
All because of that
Stuntin talking bout they ride
How smart of em
I hand pick niggaz a curb
And start parking em
The game killed my homie
Wish i could rewind the time
But
You get to live
Every time i rewind the rhyme
My boy swindle blow it down
Son toke
So now
Noel get left unsmoked
The industry they real stingy
Until then we
Keep spending my own penny
Im still indie
Dope coke credit card
Stick up loansharking
Blue magic on white lines
No margin
Niggaz got slick
Elevated the hustle
Niggaz got rich
Then celebrated the struggle
We talk politics
Everything subtle
We talk dollars
Then everything's trouble
Saw you on the strip posted up
Flippin holding ya dick
Look
You ain't pop nothing but shit
Heard you strapped dying to come
Good come to die
I come leave you sprawled on ya nine
For lying on ya gun
Mister outlaw scared to pop off
Look get out of my sight
You bout as right as a southpaw
And niggaz heard you got bands
I want some
You a target
Marching to the beat
Of ya own drum
Im caught up
Im caught up in the life
Im caught up in the life
Don't get caught in the wrong
I tote guns but i know it ain't right
Im caught up in the life
And the unfortunate likes that goes with it
Don't get caught in the hype
Niggaz caught up in the hype
Im caught up in the life
Fast cars, fly girls and ice
Im caught up in the life
Im caught up in the life

Mama said theyll be times like this
So we eight hours like a nine to five shift
Cut from the same cloth my pops had
Split a beach towel
Now we both got washrags
Daddy wasnt home much
Out doing hold ups
Tryna uphold the household and so what
Most of my friends
Aint have daddys growing up
I was lucky I aint peep it
Now Im old enough to see it, YEAH
Thru the window of the benz I reflect
My reflection is someone
To the end i respect
So when I step in front of him
Tho my gear is correct
My connection and loyalty
To hims to the death
My success importantly
I begin to accept
So Im offended
If someone comprehends something less
My obsession is something
I pretend to neglect
Tho my profession was funded
By the friends I connect
Organized confusion Im a mess
When its organized to music im a threat
Yet
Its funny how the same homie
Counting on you for ins
Will be the same phony that got it out for you
Yup
Growing up you use to ride for me
Blew him up he switched sides on me
Damn
We use to call ourselves three deep
Knew him since four
Now he cant get a five from me
Somebody show me the top five
I knock guys under
Six feet when the shots fly
You not fly
Stop by the chopper with a cocked eye
The scope on top
Not by a long shot
Guys cannot dodge
So for future reference
Yall cant get with me
In ya presence
Im past ya'll the rest is history
And the moral of the story
It aint one
So take what you can
From this man verse and paint one
Im caught up
Im caught up in the life
Im caught up in the life
Don't get caught in the wrong
I tote guns but I know it aint right
Im caught up in the life
And the unfortunate likes that goes with it
Don't get caught in the hype
Niggaz caught up in the hype
I'm caught up in the life
Fast cars, fly girls and ice
Im caught up in the life
Im caught up in the life
Im first family you no relation
So no relating to my thuggacation association
Or my gangland affiliation
Face it
That quiet money make it my motivation
You ain't paper chasing
Slow ya pace then
Im use to getting it fast
No patience
Divide the time of the day
By the time that it takes
To grind and get paid
Thats how Im a stay
Notation
Show yall how serious this can get
I got Brooklyn on speed dial
This is it
I got niggaz in the penile
Like this the shit
You think you cold
Til they kill who you chillin with
I sit and kick it with niggaz you idolize
Topic of discussion is you niggaz out of line
The clock tickin they figured was our demise
The block clickin for Trigger & I to rise
Family is sacred
Some niggaz envy the thought of that
Disrupt your brotherly love
All because of that
Stuntin talking bout they ride
How smart of em
I hand pick niggaz a curb
And start parking em
The game killed my homie
Wish i could rewind the time
But
You get to live
Every time i rewind the rhyme
My boy swindle blow it down
Son toke
So now
Noel get left unsmoked
The industry they real stingy
Until then we
Keep spending my own penny
Im still indie
Dope coke credit card
Stick up loansharking
Blue magic on white lines
No margin
Niggaz got slick
Elevated the hustle
Niggaz got rich
Then celebrated the struggle
We talk politics
Everything subtle
We talk dollars
Then everything's trouble
Saw you on the strip posted up
Flippin holding ya dick
Look
You ain't pop nothing but shit
Heard you strapped dying to come
Good come to die
I come leave you sprawled on ya nine
For lying on ya gun
Mister outlaw scared to pop off
Look get out of my sight
You bout as right as a southpaw
And niggaz heard you got bands
I want some
You a target
Marching to the beat
Of ya own drum
Im caught up
Im caught up in the life
Im caught up in the life
Don't get caught in the wrong
I tote guns but i know it ain't right
Im caught up in the life
And the unfortunate likes that goes with it
Don't get caught in the hype
Niggaz caught up in the hype
Im caught up in the life
Fast cars, fly girls and ice
Im caught up in the life
Im caught up in the life