Lyrics

Caught in My Ways


Mino
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Big ballins my mind state
Pre-occupied with making g?s
Trying to survive in these crooked streets
And I?m doing it my way
Hustling til I can?t no more
It ain?t a game no more
This shits real a nigga got bills to pay, mouths to feed, so I got to be about my cheese
So I hit the block til I?m selling out
The po po?s come best to believe I?m gon be bailin now
And with that foolishness you?ll never catch me slippin bro
Cuz I refuse to get caught up and push the system bro
Aint no changing a nigga cuz I?m stuck in my way
I?ve got visions of having Bentleys in the driveway
So I grind

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Drop to my knees at the end of the day
Crying out to God that I need a change
Hope he understands me I?m too drunk to pray
See I?m trying to change but I?m caught in my ways
As I hustle on these lonely streets
Inside I know its wrong but I got mouths to feed
This life has got me stressed its taking over me
See I?m trying to change but I?m caught in my ways

Dreadlock the Hustler
I?m still alive and breathing though some of you probably surprised
Near brushes in jail don?t scare me I was built to survive
Struggling and striving all my life
The shit I?ve seen made me wise
You keep a pitbull at the meter ain?t no shuttin off the lights
Please climb a pole to give the hood cable
Don?t matter how high
Getting fucked up hustling shootin dice - how I spend most my nights
Keep us fixing up old cars
And dress the flyest of the fly
Some of my niggas caught cases ? facing time at the trial
Eron and Candy didn?t make it?
Damn I?m wondering why
I just be to drunk too pray and too drunk to cry
I can?t lie the only thing that makes me smile is my kids
And I be damned if they even touch the drugs that I sold and did
I?m caught up
Ain?t got much, my beer gut, my word and two nuts
Business deals discussed over country meals in Kentuck
I won?t let nothing ever take that away
Dreadlock the Hustler til my grave or enough money to change

Break
I?m trying to change, but I?m caught in my ways
I?m caught in my ways

Wiz Kid
I come from a long line of not giving a fucks and down on their lucks
So nobody ever taught me how to hustle or to make quick bucks
I had to learn by getting knocked down and getting my ass back up
But each time I got up stronger til eventually I would no longer
Have to deal with the bullshit - man
I call my own shots
And because of this niggas think that I know nothing about hard knocks
They assume that the Masters degree and the suburbs have always been me
But if you could look back to my childhood you will clearly see
Me and my family hungry and huddled shivering a cold house
All of us sleeping on the same sofa bed that sometimes wouldn?t pull out
This and a black and white TV is all that we had
Except for we had each other
But of course this was minus my dad
He was off with this other woman snuggling
He was warm and cozy
No hard feelings bro but damn ? you just wasn?t around to show me- the right way
So I hustled to have shit I never had
No matter what the price was
No matter who the fuck it made mad
And I promised myself I?d never be poor like back in the days
I?ll hustle to make money for life cause bro this ain?t no phase
My daughter will never see struggle you might think I?m crazed
But to ensure this I?d sell my soul and stay caught in my ways

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