On the Line

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Scudda] (Each day I) Dream, of making it big, staking my bid But still, cats is snaking the kid, so (Each day I) Move on the humble Keep my ears to the streets, you could lose in this jungle That's why (Each day I) See what I see, do what I do And never in my life screw who I knew, so (Each) Day I, say I Do anything for fam Carry my team on my back like A.I (Each day I) Breeze through the street In a hooptie with a loosie and trees on my feet, thinking (Each day I) Could wake up and kiss my girl Go outside, look up and kiss the world, yelling (Each day I) Shall make it better than the other Make more cheddar for my brothers, go and kiss my mother (Each) day I, say I Reminisce to being a kid wanting to play, asking "Mother may I" [Verse 2: Sean Boog] (Each day I) I'm back on the grind Tryna find a better way to master the rhyme Mastermind a plan, expand, hats in the sky Trying to stay thankful instead of asking God "Why?", but Too many cats on the sly, trying to scheme on Me and my team, y'all fags better dream on The things I lean on, family and my own two Feet, do with me so you I won't do The shit I go through is not alone I, rise, hustle, never rest in the clone The way that I roam is like a cellular phone From the pad to the drop to the lab and back home To my girl's dorm, then outta town for a show, uh Each day I don't know how it'll go It's an amazing maze of face to face shit I'm gonna make it cause my victory is tasted [Hook: Joe Scudda & Sean Boog] Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme All day, everyday, living on the grind Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme Going all out cause our lives on the line Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme All day, everyday, living on the grind Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme Going all out cause our lives on the line [Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh] I ain't travel 3,000 miles for The Love Movement I traveled 3,000 miles tryna move units Distro fiends, this lyrical crack Push everything I have then get right back To the state of NC where the market's slow I can cook product cheap, serve the world, get doe I ain't talking 'bout hash, E, coke or O's Talking 'bout Chaundon, Boogs, Pooh and Joe Master flow, you dealing with a bastard yo Got a tip for your career, put it in plastic so Many wonder what happened to that nice guy Success comes at a price ma Roll the dice I'm Still on the grind making joints that bang I gotta tell these MC's that I rap for change Preferable big bills cause I need some thangs Like a house and a whip and a family mayne [Verse 4: Chaundon] Uh huh Each day I'm waking up six in the morning Breaking my neck, slaving for a check Five bucks over minimum wage, like that mean something Borderline poverty and I ain't seeing nothing Each day I'm plotting a scheme For unstoppable cream, it's the American dream Nahmean? Even if I gotta hit the block Put a bitch on the strip cause my hunger don't stop Now, each day I'm Writing a rhyme, reserving the crime Accepting calls from my son serving his time Each day I'm burning up trees Until I look Japanese to escape reality That's because each day I'm feeling like a lost soul Life is a joke and I'm waiting for the drum roll Each day I'm praying for this thing to change Cause it feels like I'm living in vain Now what I'm saying? [Hook: Rapper Big Pooh & Chaundon] Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme All day, everyday, living on the grind Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme Going all out cause our lives on the line Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme All day, everyday, living on the grind Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme Going all out cause our lives on the line [Hook: All] Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme All day, everyday, living on the grind Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme Going all out cause our lives on the line Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme All day, everyday, living on the grind Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme Going all out cause our lives on the line