Tales Of A Hustla

Im dodging bullets every single day and ever night
i just hope i make home to see my wife
she knows i live a life with fast cars and women
but all she really cares about is how much money she is spending
bracelets from Tiffanys and purses from Saks
she spending all my money but what am i gettin back
sure every now and then i get a good fuck
but i gotta pay the bitch just to get my dick sucked
and plus i gotta deal with the junkies and the fiends
this shit aint all is "cracked" up to be if you know what i mean
my momma tellin me i need to stop and go to church
but it kinda feel good putting money in her purse
i know i shouldve graduated and just went to school
but i grew up in the era where fast money was cool
and i aint no fool i couldve did it if i wanted to
but when you hustlin' its all about what this money do
so many friends turned enemies this shit jus aint funny
gotta a lot of niggas jealous because a nigga gettin money
yea i go to the club but i cant enjoy myself
because its hard to dance with a pistol in your belt
sometimes i just wanna be just a regular nigga
but thats hard to do when you chasing six figures
sometimes i feel like my life has no purpose
but this money is so easy that it makes it feel worth it
i know im killin my society and yea its a shame
but this is what i signed up for when i joined the game
sometimes i asked my self why did i take this route
but i got myself in and it aint no way out
I kinda feel bad for myself and all my peers
but i gotta get this money aint no time for no tears
asked anyone one of us and we will all feel the same
because a Hustla is just addict addicted to material things