Pops - Hustlin' for My Baby lyrics

[Chorus: Pops] Got me goin' crazy Hustlin' for my baby Times gettin' shady Hustlin' for my baby [Pops] (Verse 1) Am I doing it right? Sometimes, I don't know I'm tryin' so hard, but will it ever show Money can't buy love, then money can't pay the bills And love can't pay the doctor when my little girl's ill I'm strugglin' Tryna make things right With what little I have, money's so damn tight Got a dead-end job that pays half the minimum Most my dollars, to the, bills, I'm givin' 'em Tired of this Being broke all the time Got dreams of making it big, spittin' these rhymes And I'm tired of seeing my little baby girl cry Cause her friends got what she don't have, she wanna know why What kind of daddy am I? To give her life so rough I keep tryin', but it seems like it's never enough At the end of the day, when I'm tired and unhappy My baby says "No matter what, I still love ya, daddy" [Chorus] - 2X (Verse 2) Livin' life ghetto Broke as f** Got a world full of drama, dealin' with my baby's mama Tryin' to be a man, the perfect dad for my baby With a mama on my back, damn, it's drivin' me crazy Sometimes, I feel I'm losin' my mind But I got a little girl, so I'm keepin' in line Tryin' to maintain in a world so cold Tryna keep a real job in a world where d** are sold Got a job, breakin' my back, a one bedroom shack And there's always drivebys where my baby's school is at What kind of life is this For my daughter to see But this is all that I can afford, so this is where we gotta be f** that I had it Livin' life scandalous I gotta change somethin' cause my mind just can't handle this Diggin' to my pockets and see what I got Make a move, now I'm the new dog spot on the block Damn [Chorus] - 2X (Verse 3) I thought life would get better By slangin' some rocks But it's only getting worse cause it's so damn hot And then if I get caught, tell me how's that gonna look With me headin' up state And my baby gettin' took Away from my daddy My life would end Lord, tell me why they make good money, I must sin It ain't about me, so I ain't being greedy And if you got kids, then you know it ain't easy Workin' 9 to 5 for your baby, doing it right Barely making enough to pay the rent and the light And so on and so on, it gets no better But now I'm kickin' rhymes, bout to make major cheddar Tryna make it happen and I got a good shot Doing it all for my daughter cause she's all that I got Tryna make my baby girl proud of her daddy Someone that could floss her in a brand new Caddy [Chorus] - 4X