Morning Radio
Some days I want to hustle just to see if I could
My life aint half bad but it aint all good
My twin brothas got knocked by some fools in the hood
A real conspiracy how the went to bad from good
Never offenders before this trail and graduated HU
But guys were jealous of them cause they dressed real smooth
Got all the girls something about the appeal of being twins
Didn't have much except a mom who really loved them
Car from granny older than the day they were born
they sought to flip a profit paint it up and tint it
Through some D's on that…and it would be finished
Nobody else saw it quite that way
These boys were good at everything
Now they locked away
Aint no way to get em' out once the jury says guilty
And yet the real villain still making streets filthy
Still I want to hustle just to see if I could
My life aint half bad but it aint all good
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