Till I Die

(альбом: Trap Zuse - 2015)

It's holiday season bitch

I'm a hustle everyday until the day that I die
In the trenches where my niggas trying to stay alive
Cockroaches on the floors where I lay at night
This is my ghetto a whole different way of life
Trying to make it out for gold trying to save my life
Done things I wouldn't do got to make it right
Done things that you wouldn't do that would make it right
Oh Lord my God make me survive

In this concrete jungle never had nothing but my heart
And these hustle trigger finger hitch got a problem
When it fucks you fuck a walk by walk up and then
I touch you I'm a make it burn make it burn like Usher
Came up all with the fame though but focused on my goal though
Same mother fuckers from the bottom that suffered
My savages my savages we just like brothers

I'm a hustle everyday until the day that I die
In the trenches where my niggas trying to stay alive
Cockroaches on the floors where I lay at night
This is my ghetto a whole different way of life
Trying to make it out for gold trying to save my life
Done things I wouldn't do got to make it right
Done things that you wouldn't do that would make it right
Oh Lord my God make me survive

My life got to praise got my name on the fame
My life on the line it's my time to provide ain't no hope for you and I
Hustling dope till the phenes got to grind to survive
I'm a grind until I die money is the root to all evil juvenile
Put God first he will keep you juvenile
Watch where you walk and talk juvenile
Can't laugh with the road me a tell you Juvenile

I'm a hustle everyday until the day that I die
In the trenches where my niggas trying to stay alive
Cockroaches on the floors where I lay at night
This is my ghetto a whole different way of life
Trying to make it out for gold trying to save my life
Done things I wouldn't do got to make it right
Done things that you wouldn't do that would make it right
Oh Lord my God make me survive