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that time would slow up
The innocence of a child before we're forced to grow up
Remember clear as yesterday, five in the morning woke up
To my parents

to be alive
Always working to provide 
That nine to five makin' people wanna hide 
And get high on they own supply then wanna die
Just grind don't look

Bad?
Your high life’s funded by your Dad
Man shut up, do your own laundry
Three middle names? sit down you’re a tory

Does he click at his waiter?
Brag’s

were lying 
Baby say Ive never been perfect but I’m providing 
My little brother plead for 3 cause he was sliding 
Shorty aint leave till 5 cause we was

Hustle O (Meds)
By Ojeda Jarrett (Ojeda DOC AKA O da D.O.C)

Verse 1:
Excuse me i grew up poor
So a lot of these luxuries
I can't ignore 
Seh

Force 1's but tell the people he gone step
Bitch I look good
Get this understood
From the dirty south right by the wish a nigga woods
Dress like a deposit

love with the art
But see tryna find my voice was the difficult part
Left Congo when I was five, just mother and I
Black queen, I see love when I look in

pressure had me locked down
Gettin into trouble on the daily
Close call
5-0 pulled up to arrest me
Thank God
My grandma had to talk them down
She said, "Baby

Sometimes I always tell you step outside yourself
And see who you really is and how people look at you bro
It's not a lot of motherfuckers that's

We dreamed about it all our lives
Every time that one would pass us by
We did a little math
Figured we could put down half
We dreamed about it all

they can drive to the fields and work with a shit-eating grin
Cuz to them, making seven twenty five an hour's a win, ha!

('Cause I mean, it just feels

try to 'pump' people up and get all philosophical
There's not enough 'air' in my lungs to fill a soccer ball
I feel 'deflated' and defeated; I'm hated

and lots of gold
Yeah
What's so bad
Bout working nine to five
And losing half my mind
Hope and lots of gold
People like me for my fake ass smile
I'm fun when

life
On the way back, them boys get nabbed at the main gate, ma people come and see lie
Still got thru head to the classroom
But I took the wrong turn,

seven eight nines
I'm gunning tens
My friends say it's more like
Twos or threes or fives
So I'm combining my efforts
Hoping the wealth multiplies
Then

it one two three four five six I got the clip going rounds like a nine six huh
Nah I don't hurt I preach but if you hating on the word then don't stand

Yea
Forever from now
Look what we got ahead of us
Can't even fathom what it looked like
Before us
Crazy how we come from
One little speck of dust
Man

that roams around and kills people

And now we gotta duel
Just like I dueled your brother
You didn't duel my brother man
You just shot him
You just came

I've been staring at the clock, but it's moving so slow
Wish it was five already, so I could just go home
I've been working too hard for way too

yuppie bastards
Who are only after
A much bigger house and a new S.U.V.

I thought politicians
Were elected positions
Built to serve the people like you

to another level
To defeat the challenge of the devil
Yo I'm rapping hard
And I'm running races about 5,000 yards
Keep getting better feeling a little bit

till the sun coming up
Yeah, I got people to feed
If you hating, you got a disease
Paper chasing, I'm not with the beef
Don't need love, I'm in love with

Want the week to be over
Why can't the weekend
Come any sooner?
I can't do this five days a week
By the fourth day, my knees are fucking weak
All

speak to God in my prayer
I do good by my people like I'm running for the Mayor
(Run it Up!)

I must be on point? (Point!)
Cause all I see is haters!