[Intro:]

  

Still strugglin, still hustlin, tryin to get my money on

Fresh outta retirement, you know I ain't tryin to fall off, 

Too $hort records, we ain't tryin to fall off

We ain't goin nowhere, I'm tryin to see everybody make money

I wanna see everybody get paid, everybody

  

[Chorus:]

  

Another day, another dollar spent

And I'm still out here strugglin

Caught in the game, and I'm just hustlin

Don't even trust my closest friends

  

[Verse One:]

  

Don't ever say you can't do it, it's not that hard

You wanna be a lawyer, you wanna be a star

You can do anything you wanna do

Forget what they say, as long as you believe in you

Keep chasing your dreams, wherever they take you

You gotta hustle, which shouldn't have to make you

Get your money on, like I always said

It's playin like a old song in your head

You say it ain't cool in the hood

I know some folks in the ghetto livin good

Now tell me how you get there, tell the next man, too

You ain't got it, give him yours, cause he got less than you

Give him game, and that's all he need

The knowledge, to plant that seed

And make it grow, get the dough

Even though I make money, I'm trying to get some more

You gotta be the best at what you do, and even though you ain't

That's just how you need to think

Don't tell me no, I already made up my mind

It's going down my way this time

I'm so deep into this

It's like I'm in some pussy, fucking my bitch

I've been going platinum, you walk by

you player-hate, don't even try

  

[Chorus]

  

[Verse Two:]

  

Don't ever quit, once you get started

It's on til the end, til you're dearly departed

You know you can't quit, too much time invested

You learned your lesson, no time for stressing

Looking in the mirror, trying to act hard

Walking down the street, thinking bout a car

I been there a million times

I'm like baby, Dee, I got a million rhymes

I been a famous MC since 1983

When Run-DMC was singing sucka MC's

Niggaz in the papers ride Too $hort

Rolling brand-new Vogues, smoking Newports

$hort studios, in my room making tapes

When I moved up to Oakland from L.A.

I was a square, I ain't gotta lie to you

I wasn't rapping, I was fresh outta private school

Now I'm old school, Too $hort, fuck what ya heard

There ain't no way I could memorize all these words

I been rapping for years, spitting game

Twenty years from now, you could say the same thing

If you determined, look at me

I'm getting on the car, used to roll two feet

Back in the day, selling dope fiend

Based on SunnySide, up Ninety-Sixth to Birch Street



[Chorus]

  

[Verse Three:]

  

Don't ever say it's old, I know you wanna go gold

Trying to be like me is getting old

It's been proven, there's only one Too $hort

Most Valuable Player, you know the sport

It's time to be you, cause being me comes natural to me

I hope you make it in the industry

You could work on Wall Street, or be a doctor in a hospital

As long as you're happy, I know you got a little

Stash, stack your cash

And keep hustling, cause it ain't gone last

How many times you seen a broke nigga, wanting to be a dope dealer

Make some money, and turn into a cold killer

Alot of people came up like that

But alot of y'all faking that ya hold that gat

Now your little ass is out

You finally realized, you took the wrong route

You got alot of talent, don't let it go to waste

Handcuffed on the ground, with dirt in ya face

I know the trap, circumstances make ya sell crack

Shotguns and change, take us all back

To slave-free, back when the days would be

Long and hot, with nobody paying me

These days we have opportunities

To blow up and give back to our communities

  

[Chorus]