Yeah yeah you know

Yah yah yah

Yah yah

Yah

Ah huh

Make sure you minding your business

When you hustling on

Yeah yeah you know

Yeah yeah you know

Make sure you minding your business

When you hustling on

Yeah yeah you know

Yeah yeah you know

Make sure you minding your business

When you hustling

Yeah yeah you know

Yeah yeah you know

Uh

My hood a concrete jungle

It's tough bro

My city a hard knock hustle

Tell it like it's

Full of children

With missing puzzles aye

Broken kids

Words can fix them

Words can build them

Words can heal them

Since they ain't in great form

I know these words can feel them

Word bless up

If every poem

A poet spoke

Becomes part of the Bible

They believe in

We the young ones

The little children

Who just wanna be what we wanna be

Don't tell me I am nothing

I know it's pure gold what I'm destined for more

When I go to sleep and dream

I rest assured oh

I'm gonna be someone in life

Maybe someone you like or love

But right now I'm just a broken kid

My mind has turned into a place

I don't recognise

I am lost in it

But still I dream of healing & light,light changing this background

That broken kids ...

Who are surprised how

How I wear a smile like

This shit ain't broken me

Well it's the hope within

The home in me

Feeding my spirit

To thrive and feed the home i'm in

Peace to the homeless

Addicts who've forgotten where home is

We all gon get rich imagine

All the days you were frozen

Melting

Just hold the passion

Every Tear shed holds a lesson

Make sure you minding your business

When you hustling on

Yeah yeah you know

Yeah yeah you know

Make sure you minding your business

When you hustling on

Yeah yeah you know

Yeah yeah you know

Make sure you minding your business

When you hustling

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Goddess I know it's hard loving a broke nigga

I know it's hard

But when the pain ends you gon know your blessing

Yeah yeah you know

Baby I'm on my way

I've been grinding on the way to you

I swear as I spoke to myself

Considering I gotta accumulate

The best I can

Like when a warrior promises

To return home

But I speak alone

Cause it's a lonely road

To having everything of your own

I do my best

I learn the best

I still write my Raps

And now I'm a photographer

Can't get employed by the slavery system

So I stay on my lane

Pages filled with plans

Like gardens and plants

I swear I plant

And my seeds grow

As I witness

I gotta avoid all my weaknesses

And be the best man I can

My hustle is raised to levels

I never dreamt of

I wrote a book that fishes souls

I swear to god that's my greatest goal

Became a priest but I hustle

After church I'm a sinner

God you know my needs

I gotta be a winner

Bless my hustle it is clean

Empower my mother tongue

So I can speak to my people

And empower their dreams

So I can escavate to their

Minds and plant thy seed

As I witness thee weed out

What's not necessary

I treasure the word of God

Before my upcoming millions

Yeah, that's What I do for God

That's what I do for God!