(feat. Baby Beesh, Nino B, Levitti)



[Levitti]

I can't speak for you

But I can speak for me

I'm out here strugglin, strugglin

Hustlin, hustlin



In this game so tough I be puffin

With them ballers like Frost who be hustlin

It's a struggle in this game tryin to get right

Got them haters want me dead but I'm strapped tight

Ain't no thing where there's funk I be ?long gone?

And my paper, yes, I'm up until the bank is fund

Hit me good with a million dollar contract

And the struggle gave me muscle, now it's time to pull back

[background singing]

Hit em hard on my pimpin card

Gotta hustle even though it's gonna be a struggle

[background singing]

I can't speak for you

Can speak for me

It's a struggle

But them ballers done bubbled



I can't speak for you

But I can speak for me

I'm out here strugglin, strugglin

Hustlin, hustlin

I can't speak for you

But I can speak for me

I'm out here bubblin, bumpin

Hustlin, hustlin



[Baby Beesh]

Now I appease my Marihuana, can't stand my baby's mama

Cause all she wanna do is talk a gang of shit and start some drama

And yes, your Honor, you caught me with a half an ounce

Because my baby boy was starvin, he's all that counts

In my whole world I'm standin on shaky ground

Relate to thugs, servin dubs, task wanna take me down

I went from dirt to rags, rags to riches

And even seen snitches dumped in ditches

The game is vicious, and not ficticious

It's real, player, checkin for that scrill

So I deal with that shit, smokin on half a hill

Of that Bammer Bobby Brown Stress weed

My money's a mess, but as a player I must assess

The situation that I'm facin, I'm paper-chasin

I'm in my twenties now, no tellin how much time I'm wastin

I'm caught up by the one-time, have me doin dumb time

I shoulda heard Frost: 'Ain't no sunshine'



[Levitti]

I can't speak for you

But I can speak for me

I'm out here strugglin, strugglin

Hustlin, hustlin

I can't speak for you

But I can speak for me

I'm out here bubblin, bumpin

Hustlin, hustlin



[Nino B]

Yo, ain't nobody handed me no silver spoon

Strugglin, payin dues, singin the blues, faded, fucked up in my living room

Hopefully soon I can get up out this muthafucka

Called the homie Frost up, he said

"Keep your head up," lookin fed up

Got a big trey, some big things, million dollar g thing

But I can't go back to slingin crack

Got too much pride for that

Now I gotta keep my game tight, with my chrome stripes

And like them chronic sacks comin up with them bomb raps

Gotta get them platinum plaques and all that shit

Gotta get that meal ticket, then I can really kick it

With all my homeboys and my familia

Hit me another lick real quick

Then I'm gonna go stick em up, stick em up, breeze by the click

With at least one trick up they sleeve

And we gon' make these muthafuckas relieve

And you know we puttin it down like that

Nino B, the homie Frost and my cousin Beesh, hah



[Levitti]

I can't speak for you

But I can speak for me

I'm out here strugglin, strugglin

Hustlin, hustlin

I can't speak for you

But I can speak for me

I'm out here bubblin, bumpin

Hustlin, hustlin



[Frost]

I take it one day at a time, I can't envision tomorrow

I came a long way since the days of 'Can you do me a ?barro?'

Hey homegirl, don't you know me? You knew me when you tried to do me

Back in '93 when I was rollin like I owned several keys

To them hustlers and them g's up on my block

But now as the days go by no longer do they jock

I'm just that old Chicano rapper, still keepin shit real as ever

And hopin one day me and my people get our shit together

The struggle's endless, but the hustle continues flowin

Sometimes it's senseless, but still my kids continue growin

And I got them bounce smash skills, oh homeboy, you didn't know it

You can't fuck with a real G like a poet

See, speakin on that other shit never got me nada

Nobody's trippin on static, man, all we want is dollars

Big dollars, man

Celeb status, fool

Ha-ha-ha

Yea