Soufsyde P - How Can I $core

I wake up everyday thinking
How can I score! Yeah

Removing dem folks
Tryna block me
From winning the war yeah

It ain't come easy
I had to clean house
Like a chore yeah

I was losing friends to the streets
Fighting charges in the court

God give me sign
How can I score!

They wanna see me fail, damn
I understand. Man
They rather see me fucked up
Living out a Astro van
No money, no woman, no power man
Why all the hatred for your brother man
All I ever did was support ya damn.
I saw ya ego got bigger
Than ya talent did
I had to bad back
I went missing
Like Waldo did
I'm reachin for everything
I wanted kid
I'm marching for millions
On sum Martin and Malcolm biz
I'm aiming for gold
Like miner slim
The chances you stopping me
Rather minor slim
Fuck out my way
Before the gunner
Start taking limbs
Listen
This Underground Railroad
Singing my ghetto hymns
Fuck out my way
Before the gunner
Start taking limbs
Listen
This Underground Railroad
Singing my ghetto hymns

They say
I had to hustle to get it, I had to hustle to get it

The sweat
The stress
That come wit it
The nights in both
All the flipping

To get that check
I was wit it
To get that check
I was wit it

I had to hustle to get it, I had to hustle to get it
How can i score yea

The late nights
All of my sin'n
Off the muscle
For the chicken

To get that check
I was wit it
To get that check
I was wit it

I had to hustle to get it, I had to hustle to get it
How can i score yea

God give me sign
How can I score!
Yea
God give me sign
How can I score!
Yea

You ever wanted something so bad
You would do anything to get it
The time
I spent in cell
Made me
Go Rethink it
Take my advice my nigga
It ain't much that you missing
Get focus on your job
Fuck the stagnant opinions
These bammas be swelling
No, i can't listen
I stayed down
Applying more pressure
With some precession
Either you in or you out
Homie
Make a decision
Some do it for the fame
Some do it for the bitches
I come to get the money
Self invest in me
And my constituents
Eating lo mien
Popping champagne on my mistresses

I had to hustle to get it, I had to hustle to get it, I had to hustle to get it

Went from doing wrong
Mane It's a struggle
Tryna stay right

I had to hustle to get it, I had to hustle to get it, I had to hustle to get it
Yea yea yea

I had to hustle to get it, I had to hustle to get it

The sweat
The stress
That come wit it
The nights in both
All the flipping

To get that check
I was wit it
To get that check
I was wit it

I had to hustle to get it, I had to hustle to get it
How can i score yea

The late nights
All of my sin'n
Off the muscle
For the chicken

To get that check
I was wit it
To get that check
I was wit it

I had to hustle to get it, I had to hustle to get it
How can i score yea

God give me sign
How can I score!
Yea
God give me sign
How can I score!
Yea

Written by:
Philip Lewis

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