Steady Huslin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Iceberg] Ha, real nigga talk Let it burn...let it burn nigga I need mo' That's the slogan, I need mo' nigga! [Verse 1: Iceberg] Ha look, fightin' to live Can't wait to reminisce, 'bout nights like this God, I know this just a test, so I'm keepin' my faith But honestly I don't even want it the easy way, I'm steady huslin' Tryna break the bank Think like I'm rich when I ain't got shit to weigh the thank Can't even find a scale big enough to weigh the hate I'm illin' just to get it up for a greater day They say my chances slimmer than me, I pray they ain't It's little hope for a street nigga this day and age That's why my weed hit hard like (?) Wish I could put my stress on pause to a later day I need a boat just to smoke on I need a bad bitch to call more hoes on I'm tryna get my roll on, big timer I don't mind givin' props but don't confuse that with dick ridin' I hit yo bitch block and have her whole clique smilin' Don't make me resurrect the 17 year old shawty that Trick signed And run up in yo shit (Pow! Boom! Boom! Boom!), test me, snitches wanna citizen arrest me I went broke last year for the better Now it's Livehouse or nothin' nigga get cheddar Hoes runnin out the Billion like they tryna win a medal I guess my swag appealin' to the bitches tryna settle, but it ain't happenin' I'm a grade A bad bitch magnet Smokin' hash out the g-pen a gram of this Get me right, I need it just to ease my mind, hella plays in motion 'cus the paper easily decline, nigga [Hook: Mike Bless] You can't catch me I'm down the runway Now I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i My dreams are high up That's why I'm high up Boy I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i You can't catch me I'm down the runway Now I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i My dreams are high up I get so high up Boy I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i [Verse 2: Iceberg] Look, paranoia kinda questionin' nigga's loyalty Feelin' like Ali Baba up against the Forty Thieves Jealousy the most common theme to destroy ya team And a king less of a king if his soldier's weak Ask 'bout Berg in the streets they say that boy a beast You fly this flag and run with me, you now with royalty Sit at the table, enjoy the feast but bring a dish When you fam you supposed to ride when one need a lift And all my prices goin' up, I need more for this Your workload heavy with kids and a gorgeous bitch I got my paint for the low but my rims stolen Got my molded gun in (?) shoutout to (?) I'm flyin' out from the beach with a bitch that's gon' get open I fuck her from the back and always disrespect her sew-in I took loss after loss but I made it stretch I was 60 grand negative and was still a threat, it's Livehouse nigga! [Hook] You can't catch me I'm down the runway Now I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i My dreams are high up That's why I'm high up Boy I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i You can't catch me I'm down the runway Now I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i My dreams are high up I get so high up Boy I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i [Outro: Iceberg] Like really, niggas askin' me why I'm mad The reason why I'm mad cus it's too much fake shit goin' on, it's too much fake floss shit goin' on Everybody wanna be on Instagram takin' pictures, fake watches, fake jewelry, fake leather And they broadcastin' it to mass amounts of people, mass amounts of jits So it's fuckin' the jits head up These jits lookin' up to fuckin' (?) When I looked, when I was growin' up I looked up to real niggas, niggas who did real business, niggas who made real moves, bought real jewelry, real fuckin' everything These niggas wasn't so fuckin' fiction dawg, and yall fuckin' up the jits head That's why I gotta teach my jits don't believe everything you fuckin' see cus half of this shit is phony, everything phony, everything fake now, I don't understand It's like, and then the niggas who keepin' it real they ain't givin' them niggas a chance Naw, we don't want the truth to be revealed We gon' hide the truth, but I don't understand, why? Why?