Ray Luv - Forever Hustlin' lyrics

I was a hustlin-a** n***a, straight lovin the game Always meant to be a playa, put the 'luv' in my name Surrounded by n***as I was soakin it from That put the mouthpiece on my English that was broken and dumb Got me cooled in a swimming pool, in motion like a big old ocean Highways to a billion, trippin off my next million Rich like a Sicilian but chillin like a f**in villain It's on, ready and willin for 94 to make a k**in Flip a pint of that Hennessy cognac And a fat sack of that North Bay comeback Ain't this a b**h, I never thought that it would be like this Life of a hustler, the brights of the filthy rich A n***a's guilty quick if he starts rippin sh** I ain't your dopeman, ca**ettes is all you copy with Slangin tapes and gettin bent, this is how we represent And if you're lookin counterfeit, fools might ask what set you're with But back up in the Bay they don't play off of what you wearin n***as trip off silly sh**, like hoes and other n***as starin Forever strugglin, too much to be jugglin Your boy's on the run g, forever hustlin "Just a playa with some g-a-m-e" It'll never quit, every day the same old sh** The dreams of gettin rich and no one left to share it with Cause life is like a major b**h, livin on this razor, kid Blowin up was hella sick, even though what them pagers did Had to finally see the pen, wishin for some dank and gin Got the game twisted and got me up in missin prints But now I'm on the block again, think I'm sellin rocks again? Hell no, I'm slingin them lyrical intoxicants They try to make this game illegal Cause I rap strapped with a Desert Eagle Wanna play me out like Bugsy Sigel Another plan to see through rap, let all the pranksters rap And when the real n***as rap, call the sh** gangsta rap The sh** is kinda sick to me, how did I get addicted g? Shouldn'ta touched the d, now it's all about my family Ball or die, n***a, is my m.o., I got my money on the razor Cause major labels wouldn't listen to my demo Stay away from shobs, pray to god it'll never stop Stayin on my toes till a young muthaf**a pop Quit smokin week when a n***a quit strugglin But I'll never give the game up, forever hustlin "Just a playa with some g-a-m-e" That girl is my 24 ho, what you don't know It's Candy, but better than blow It feels good in your hand like a pistol grip And have you jumpin all around like Chrystal Meth You feel dizzy as f**, like off the Hymen brew Got you geekin off the very first line or two Now you're sprung off the tongue, it'll never quit Got them young n***as o.g.'in on this playa sh** Now I'm back on the track, fool, I'm ready A joint full bomb, call me Big Eddie Spaghetti Cause I'm movin much weight to the one stops, it's all musical Costs you a ten pop to get the usual Game that starts with the letter G Had to stop freestylin cause these styles ain't free And that's real, sworn struggler, dank smuggler Entrepreneur, big ballin-a** hustler And the game don't stop, man Link Crew, n***a