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This dedicated to the boulevard hustlers

For them sales that jump over car hoods like Dan Glover

Housing lights reflect off of bobos

And Michael Jordan flourescent colors, times is hard

But it ain’t bad that my sister’s ain’t boost

So my nieces can go to school on they first day cute

North Face furs on the ave., blowing piff on the ave

It’s funny, say nothing good coming out the streets nowadays

In the society’s eyes, our park’s ain’t beautiful

We can’t go ice skating, they say my corners are disintrigrating

But people who talk about the streets, 9 times out of 10

Are no longer holding down the streets

Yeah the fiends be cracked out, but you know what? It’s still a hustle

And as long as I love it, I will not the struggle

You see, you can take me out the hood

But you can’t take the hood out of me

You see, the streets is all I got

But the streets’ll have you build with power when you touch the top

From the pain of graffiti walls, globetrotter colored balls

Cleopatra twisses, Coretta King dreams and ambitions

Nefertitti bamboo’s orientated

Skelli balls and names written in concrete that’s unfaded

Timeless to those who made it, bottles on the awe from liquor stores

Stickers of every independent rap label on your bedroom doors

And I love the streets for the fish spots as well as the heat

So what you need to know, is bad karma brings beef

The streets don’t draw beef, it’s the knowledge that uphands

And develops a leader, brings class to a diva

All shades of caramel, the red bones

Ain’t nothing like the hood when you in the zone

And I love my hood, and ain’t never been afraid to walk home

Ain’t enough money in the world, man

Ain’t enough money in the world, man

Ain’t nothing gonna stop me, man

This is dedicated, to all my brothers coming up on the grind

Double up, getting they money, out in the cold weather

Getting that gwop up, man, trynna pay them bills

Hustle hard…

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