This for all the serial hustlers

This for all my niggas that turn nothin' into somethin'

When it feel good when you started with nothin'

Most of the people I know started off with a junkie

A hundred thousand was rich to me

I remember Christmas when the present was a Christmas tree

Money ain't shit to me, a million ain't rich to me

A ounce just a zip to me

ain't rich enough to get some sleep

I'm from Detroit where we hustle for recreation

People dyin' young, them babies be havin' babies

The money only thing that can save you, better save it

Everybody don't make it out, it feel amazing

I thought I was gon' die on them blocks

That's the reason why I ride with a chop

I got some more shit to accomplish, I can't go out like Pac

That's why every time we get a chance we slide on the opps

That's the reason why the grind don't stop

and I don't sleep

My whole family need my help, depend on me

And I know that life ain't free, and rent ain't cheap

I seen niggas get my help, then shit on me

My close friends turnt they back, I trust myself

Before I let these niggas kill me, or bust myself

I'd rather go sit in a cell, for I go tell

And I never ask these niggas to pay my bail

I'm what a hustler really look like

'Cause I'm a product of my environment

They say I'm what the ghetto look like

'Cause I'm a product of my environment

I'm what a real nigga look like

'Cause I'm a product of my environment

I'm rich, I still ride with my pipe

'Cause I'm a product of my environment

I'm what my neighborhood look like

This for my niggas taking chances with three strikes

Can't let them niggas catch me in traffic

don't stop at lights

I'm exactly what the grind look like, sleepless nights

Same niggas that wanna kill you will shake your hand

It don't be your opps that'll get you, it be your friends

I ain't know what was gon' happen, I took that chance

I done lost money, nigga, I done lost friends

I miss my money the most

Gotta watch out for them old niggas that's keeping you close

Niggas tryna pull up on me, turn me to a ghost

Keep your head on the swivel, keep your feet on the floor

I'm what the struggle look like, for real

Turn nothin' to somethin'

I'm what hustle look like for real

I sold weed, sold pills, seen fiends, OD'd

On no season, not breathin'

I seen niggas get killed, I got hit, I just healed

It's takin' everything in me just to chill and not kill

I made it out, I almost failed

I'm what a hustler really look like

'Cause I'm a product of my environment

They say I'm what the ghetto look like

'Cause I'm a product of my environment

I'm what a real nigga look like

'Cause I'm a product of my environment

I'm rich, I still ride with my pipe

'Cause I'm a product of my environment