Dope-E - Knockin' Our Hustle lyrics

One time for ya mind Clear some thangs up real quick, man Cause I ain't like things to talk from being out here, yeah Thangs I've be reading Shows I've been watching Telling... taking some real haterism Real haterism It ain't looking good Listen, uh [Verse 1:] I remember a time, when one coast ran the game And everybody showed respect to em no matter who came But the success that they untamed became hard to sustained And after years of money and fame they relinquished their brain We supposed them from day one, the east coast was flourishing Had love for hip hop and paid Amish to it's origins But when we try to sign with them our dreams got shattered We got over look and shot down like we didn't matter So we went independent struggle hard for a minute Never tripping knowing without them, we wouldn't be in it We watch the west coast represented to the fullest capacity Brought a new style dropped cla**ic heat and did it with mastery All the while we kept racing G, still grinding patiently Through the hating way to each station the city in the nation see And now we even good so they instantly hated But check the history the south is what some of y'all originated [Hook: x2] Tell me why y'all getting pissed cause we opening doors Why you try'na knock our hustle we ain't never knocked yours We gave love and look how dirty you did us You need to step ya game up and try to get this bread with us [Verse 2:] If be hoofing the mind state of hate is being proven Jealousy brooming and fools because they units ain't moving I used to watch Apollo and no matter how good the artist was doing If they was from the south, nine out of ten the crowd starting booing They think we have no capacity for intelligent speaking As if intelligence is only confined the one coast the region We got artist who are some of the best in the world of nation But get no consideration based on geographical location They think it's stupid, but I'll tell you what stupid to me Judging a whole region off ten guce you've might of seen on TV Now all of a sudden, hip hop is dead and it's time to rebuild it Well if it is dead I feel it was hating that k**ed it On the radio you say the south is country and slow But it's all love when you down here try'na make you some doe Now when they sh** is lame, we the ones they tend to blame And brace the versity that's the main element that extends the game, fool [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] And I ain't tripping I was raised on east coast hip hop I was trained by KRS, Chop Game with Tila Roc We got New Yorkers who buying CD's every one that I had But since we so simply and dumb lemme give you some math We grind hard, hit the road, hustle straight blue collar Y'all are major labels per unit given half of a dollar So if you went gold you're grossing two hundred and fifty grand Too pay your managers your lawyer and don't forget Uncle Sam Every promotional expense that they said you would need Not to mention parts of the contract that you failed to read After the video and studio time they recruit You might touch fifty G's unless yo a** in the group Now down south our records independently drop Let's say we move fifty thousand to eighty dollars a pop Minimum overhead four hundred thousand all our cash Do the math sometimes we make more instead a less then y'all a**, yeah [Hook x2]