Guerilla Black - Lonely lyrics

They see me hustling hard at the barbershop I'm getting hated on now these n***as call the cops Just because I'm trying to pay my rent With the note on the F1 they hate that sh** I see the ? when I get new weed Damn near blue and green I ain't new on the scene The Ds be mad when I make transactions With no look pa**es that keeps them asking How does he do it? It's hard to imagine With the clean handoff like Joe Montana man I k** my competition off slowly f** 0.9 its 1.3 but you don't know me sh** 2 for 15 and 3 for 25 I put the pressure on them chumps when i bring the fire [Chorus] See we been hustling for too long Hustling for too long You don't know me like that You don't know me like that We been hustling for too long (Too long) Hustling for too long You don't know me like that You don't know me like that (Oh no no) I'm tired of being stuck on a deadend job I wish I used my head and took my a** to college But no a n***a had other plans Tryna blow a double up do 100 grams Damn it didn't go exactly that way Moms tripped and kicked a n***a out of her place And then a n***a seen some real hard times In the ER line I had to swallow my pride But damn how I'm gon fool these cats When I'm at the liquor store pulling out food stamps My mom said if I'm old enough to hold heat and smoke weed Then I'm old enough to own my own sh** at fourteen More or less my morals was messed the f** up I can't blame mom for my f** ups [Chorus] Muthaf**as wanna see the big man fall but I won't at all I will continue to shine and drink Cristol I deal with the everyday problems and the stress That's why I keep my revolver wearing my vest b**hes they yapping n***as they keep acting like they so hard I pull they hoe card I got the 8500 with the green screen so customers can hit me up Whenever they need me throwing rocks out the penitentiary A scary thought is this what God meant for me On the block with the savages pushing packages ? And heaven I'm asking please have mercy on a young thug n***a in this white man's world The money guns and liquor they keep us going round and round That's why I drink a lot so I can drown it out [Chorus]