[Verse 1: Ese Brown]

When it comes to my hustle; you're on demand

Gotta keep all my money in rubberband

Got a sinister plan to make hella dough

I could fuck with some weed, I could shovel snow

I just gotta lay low when I'm doin' thangs

Got the cars and the crib in my mama's name

True to this, I don't ever get caught up in

Foolishness, snitches can talk with the Rugers

It's Judases with precision, I do this shit

Follow rules, I don't ever do stupid shit

I don't talk on the phone, they ain't catchin' me

Don't be askin' me, prices, I guarantee

You get hung up or probably get run up on

Have the game figured out til the other morn'

There goes SWATs when they kicked in my shit

'Cause now I'm in county and facin' the consequence

[Chorus: Nasty]

We hope for the best and prepare for the worst

For sometimes, it don't go as planned

Aware with the rules when it blows in your face

And you're facin' the consequence

We hope for the best and prepare for the worst

For sometimes, it don't go as planned

Aware with the rules when it blows in your face

And you're facin' the consequence

[Verse 2: Romero New Mexico Lobo]

Roll the purple buds, blaze the bubble hash

Watch me rip you or paint out my troubled past

I don't care what they say, we ain't free at last

All my life, I've been treated as second class

I ain't lookin' for sympathy, kiss my ass

I'm a hustler, homie, I get that cash

Pass my salary, duck them felonies

Physically turnin' my dreams to reality

This goes on in the hustler's mentality

I see hate, I see greed, I see jealously

Seen the worse situations turn positive

Broken dreams, broken hearts, broken promises

If successful, the demons come test you

Catch you slippin', they come to oppress you

If you guilty, then prove 'em you innocent

Guess I'm guilty for being a Mexican

[Chorus: Nasty]

We hope for the best and prepare for the worst

For sometimes, it don't go as planned

Aware with the rules when it blows in your face

And you're facin' the consequence

We hope for the best and prepare for the worst

For sometimes, it don't go as planned

Aware with the rules when it blows in your face

And you're facin' the consequence

[Verse 3: Lil Rob]

I'm runnin' and duckin' through alleys and hoppin' fences

Gettin' the consequences for livin' my life too reckless

I lost direction and I went in the wrong direction

Gotta find a better way to let off my aggressions

I fucked up, but I never learn my lesson

No matter what, they don't get a confession if they question

And I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't stressin'

I'm not restin', it's been fuckin' up my complexion

And I don't look the same in my reflection

Haven't got no sleep in about a week, and I'm beat

And I can barely rise to my feet

I'm tired, of having to hide out on the street

'Cause honestly, I ain't got nowhere to run to

I done did it now and I don't know what I'm goin' do

I made a fucked up decision

When they said "Don't do it, Rob", Lil Rob didn't listen

[Outro: Lil Rob]

That's right, Ese Lil Rob, yeah

Brown and Romero from Clika One

That's right

Hope for the best

Prepare for the worst

'Cause sometimes

Shit just don't go as planned

Understand

Yeah