Ice Berg

Ice Berg - Hustlin For A Long Time

rate me

feat. Blade

Separate me from these streets, lord

They tryina wear me down

I do this for my people

We try to make it out

My nigga went to prison, gave him 7 years

He said he was going through hell of in these streets for real

Shit, that boy was damned, not homeless

Not just cause he was dead broke

But cause everybody want him

His head off his shoulders

His mama house got shot so many times

That she ran and moved to Georgia

When them killers can’t find you

That’s what they resort to

And when they on they manhood, your love warns you..

So think before you move nigga

I rather be judged by 12, than carried by 6

So I’ma keep that tool with me

And he say he don’t never think about death

Sliding one deep, cause he was born by himself

Will there ever be peace, hell I feel like pac

Often wanna know his last thoughts the night he got shot

I’m doing this one for my g’s tryina find a way out

My nigga keep on grinding and watch how I play out, straight up!

[Hook]

A wise man one told me, that them niggas ain’t your niggas

Ain’t no put your trust in the bitches boy, but

We all make mistakes, and we all take losses

That’s the part of the game, and I know

That change gonn come, homie

We can’t stop, ain’t over till it’s over

I’ve been hustling for a long time

I’ve been hustling for a long time

Separate me from these streets, lord

I do this for my people

Bitch I’ve been down ever since I could remember

Cold winter, pea and lasacce just for dinner

Whole livin, mama dating different niggas, no father figure

Tryina figure how to make a dollar from a lousy nickel

Sometimes I sip a little liquor just to ease the pain

Keep sippin till I float away

They saying no place for a nigga, no place for a nigga

I feel my aunt looking down on me

Uncle he don’t tell me keep it real and hold it down

Only talk to my mama every blue moon

Watch my grand daddy out the blue gone too soon

This cold world got a hold on a nigga

Got my dog doing time, cause they told on my nigga, argh

Have mercy on the soul of a nigga

As ice cold, lord take the soul on a nigga

[Hook]

A wise man one told me, that them niggas ain’t your niggas

Ain’t no put your trust in the bitches boy, but

We all make mistakes, and we all take losses

That’s the part of the game, and I know

That change gonn come, homie

We can’t stop, ain’t over till it’s over

I’ve been hustling for a long time

I’ve been hustling for a long time.

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