Still Strugglin'

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 Niggas 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