
Ey , when I think about all my time and all my struggle
Through all my grindin' and all my troubles
When I came out from nothin' , all I had was a hustle
With a blindfold tryin' to find pieces to the puzzle, no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that's that, write a road, I'mma call it how I see it
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