| You know we do this shit much different than they do |
| Because we put our heart in it |
| So the passion is much stronger |
| Don |
| Gave my life to the game and, yes, I paid for it |
| It didn’t matter 'cause God knew I was made for it |
| They killin' my name but I remain solid |
| The hustle is private and the money quiet |
| They undercover singers, prattin' and pointin' fingers |
| Singers, yeah |
| Smash 'em before we take 'em to the cleaners |
| Go |
| Suckers, we don’t need 'em |
| Need 'em |
| Nigga out here playin' with they freedom |
| Cappin' about his bag, I don’t believe him |
| I’m thirty years runnin' |
| Runnin' |
| Still out here gunnin' with a passion |
| Very upscale and high fashion |
| Ha |
| Nigga out here crashin' |
| Crash |
| Nigga, my hustle is everlastin' |
| Under the old law, no flashin' |
| Bitch, we come from fifteens bumpin', rock house jumpin' |
| Bumpin', jumpin' |
| Hell yeah, this game owe a nigga somethin' |
| I swear |
| Big crib millin' a half, I’m still pumpin' |
| Pumpin' |
| I swear to God, nigga is watchin', they know I’m comin' |
| A lame nigga watchin' me, wish he could |
| Nigga |
| At the same time a lame nigga, I wish he would |
| I wish |
| Try to trick me out my spot, nigga, bitch, I’m good |
| I’m good |
| Don Ke, Southside, still reppin' the hood, motherfucker |
| You see they been gave up |
| Been gave up |
| The closer we got to the finish line, they been gave up |
| Been gave up |
| Then they took it personal when we kept goin' |
| We kept goin' |
| We was raised much different |
| Much different |
| Gangsta |
| Gave my life to this game and, yes, I paid for it |
| Gave |
| It didn’t matter 'cause God knew I was made for it |
| Made |
| They killin' my name but I remain solid |
| Solid |
| The hustle is private and the money quiet |
| You a lame nigga, respect the game, nigga |
| Lame, game |
| I know they want me out the picture, I’m the frame, nigga |
| Frame |
| They killin' my name but I remain solid |
| Solid |
| The hustle is private and the money quiet |
| Lookin' for a hoe? You can quit, my nigga |
| One of the best to ever do it, talk that shit, my nigga |
| Don Ke, I’m the captain, that’s legit, my nigga |
| S-U-C to the finish, it don’t get no bigger |
| Let me talk to 'em |
| Tell 'em |
| For once, I’m coherent, definitely black-owned |
| Owned |
| Rich and independent, this is South Park’s finest |
| Finest |
| Music made is timeless |
| Time |
| They lookin' for a weakness in my kindness |
| They better pay attention to the frame on the wall |
| Wall |
| Give my jersey to the streets when I go to the hall |
| Streets |
| Phone lines up in heaven, I just made me a call |
| Call |
| Let 'em know I’m on my hustle, still gettin' it for y’all, yeah, nigga |
| They killin' my name, but I remain calm |
| Calm |
| Hunnid 'round, fuckin' drum |
| Be careful, my nigga, we in some shife times |
| Times |
| Self-made, 7−13, my lifeline |
| Yeah, understand me, not you, but me |
| You know, we don’t, uh, operate and resonate |
| Under the same motherfuckin' mind frame, man |
| What are you sayin'? Gangsta |
| Gave my life to this game and, yes, I paid for it |
| Yeah |
| It didn’t matter 'cause God knew I was made for it |
| Made |
| They killin' my name but I remain solid |
| Solid |
| The hustle is private and the money quiet |
| Quiet |
| You a lame nigga, respect the game, nigga |
| Lame, game |
| I know they want me out the picture, I’m the frame, nigga |
| Frame |
| They killin' my name but I remain solid |
| Solid |
| The hustle is private and the money quiet |