Nino Brown (rapper) - Speak on You lyrics

[ 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 sh** 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 sh**, smokin on half a hill Of that Bammer Bobby Brown Stress weed My money's a mess, but as a player I must a**ess 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, f**ed up in my living room Hopefully soon I can get up out this muthaf**a 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 sh** 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 muthaf**as 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 sh** real as ever And hopin one day me and my people get our sh** 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 sk**s, oh homeboy, you didn't know it You can't f** with a real G like a poet See, speakin on that other sh** never got me nada Nobody's trippin on static, man, all we want is dollars Big dollars, man Celeb status, fool Ha-ha-ha Yeah