Seven Digits

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Radamiz]
I know I been sinnin'
But as long as I forgive me, I can't care about opinions
We used to be so timid, thinkin' talent's all we needed
Never seen a doctor perform surgery while he sneezing
I been hustlin' since phone numbers was seven digits
Used to smoke greens and talk multi-million visions
Seen my brother break down in tears on Brownsville benches
Buddha position, seeing inside me, that's just forensics
I been hustlin' since phone numbers was seven digits
Projects ain't have no chimneys so Santa would never visit
Usually it's harder to start than it is to finish
I promise this time next year, daddy, it's straight Benzes
And I don't mean to make the goal sound materialistic
But they raised us pessimistic, they need comfort cause they quit
At ten years old I used to carry rocks to fight the witches
Had a chip on my shoulder but now we just championshippin'
When your heart speak to you clearly don't ask permission
Sometimes to build an airport you burn bridges
Puffin' shisha, open to knowing things I ain't learn yet
The top is walking distance, you just scared to take the first step
Skippin' up and down, can't pause the pain with a party
Got cousins still brushing their teeth with the soap for they body
Got cousins that gotta shower when the rainstorm comes
Inherited my place in the game like the landlord's son
It's hard to look on the bright side
When the dark side's the bright side
I'm gon' blow with the word of God and the WiFi
Spit that elephant in the room shit
That 90% of the people I believe in don't really do shit
Make moves, don't make excuses
You took 'shrooms, and saw the future
An hour train ride to kick it to ya
Can't pray with a time limit
We all got our wars, I just learned how to rhyme with it
If it's good then Jah did it
I been hustlin' since phone numbers was seven digits

[Chorus: Radamiz]
Ahh-ahh (It's true)
Ooh-ooh
Hustle out here, hustle out here, hustle out here
Hustlin', been hustlin', I've been hustlin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Radamiz]
I been hustlin' since phone numbers was seven digits
Can't keep callin' women bitches, got a little sister
The devil got you sick and I'm spittin' that disinfectant
Foreshadow my future, it's ironic, I see all light
Rock a beanie the whole summer, your heart give me frost bites
Even when your trust went left field I knew I'd be alright
Mom was gettin' robbed since phones came with extensions
You tried to David Blaine my chain in a millisecond
Still ain't go get a weapon, bitch, I got forgiveness
You pulled that move on Christmas, I see the intentions
New LP poppin' like it's hired loss preventions
Found out I'm the chosen
One, I always steal the show but can't discount the focus, bro
Sold my soul to faith, motherfucker
I been broke but I won't break, motherfucker
I know Jesus ain't Aryan
I know I ain't scared no more, that's why they scared of 'em
I was the kid who couldn't spend a hundred on the Nike Airs
So I'd cop the bootleg Uptowns, the all-white pair
My songs used for DNA tracing
I know I can make it cause they made it
MTA was our vacations, replay bliss as my safe haven
Got love from the tastemakers
Started starting, stopped blaming and complaining
Stopped lying 'bout gun-waving
Realized I was me and became famous
Buy the White House for my youngins so shows like a fundraiser
I could give a single double to the hundredth power fuck about the clothes you rock
Or who ho you got
'Cause I been, I been hustling since phone numbers was seven digits

[Bridge: Radamiz]
Hustle now, ayy
Hustle now, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Hustle now, ayy, ayy
Hustle now, ayy, ayy
Hustle now, ayy, ayy
Hustle now, ayy
Now, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Hustle now, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Hustle now, ayy

[Verse 3: Dot Demo]
Ayy, look, I been hustlin'
Lately been questioning blessings, can't tell which one's a curse
Can't tell me nothing indulged in the pleasures of this Earth
Through desperate measures we endeavor
Six feet in the dirt, doubling up on worth
Feel the devils pressure going to work on my premature hearse
Then hit my brother from another mother
Because his mother ditched the fam and left him with his brother
I'll never say I understand, just help him over compensate on ways to concentrate
The conscious state of mind that's gonna help us become a man
The golden plan of preparation failed
Still I got faith, but is it safe to say we safe from Hell?
He'll never learn until intended bullets burn an the reaper sneaks in a turn
Blood leaking to his sneakers put "Fresh to Death" on his urn
In debt in the depths of fire where every step there's concern
We down to kill for hire as long as them checks is firm
You preaching to the choir if talkin' 'bout lessons learned
Godly essence all thru my presence
Still questioning all these blessing I've earned
Self inflicted, ghetto born sadistic
The kettles on, trouble's brewing plus I water whipped it
He dropped a yard in the pot came back three more digits
The stove is hot, but the cold is frigid
Peace to the G's six-deep, died for the cause
Tough lost pour the OE an visit
I'm used to MetroCards but now we using metaphysics
My metaphors embody how you probably really living
An if it don't you probably ain't living, just wasting time
But I've been hustling since phone numbers was seven digits
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I been hustlin' since phone numbers— Look, ayy