Honest Hustler

I've always been the honest hustler
Can’t be known as a buster
I took the path to do it legal
Gave back to people through each sequel
The system won’t let me work full time
So I flip every penny, nickel to dime
Use poetry as my petty crime
Every now and then I win a few slams
Some quick dough to get out of jams
I'm running and ducking all the scams
Sold copies of my lyrics as rocks
It is the share of hard knocks
Never boiled salt or peeled collard greens
Those gigs, not in my blood by any means
Most foes think they did it while lonesome
Can't admit for real whom you stole from
Y'all were nothing, but con artists
Let's see who’ll get the farthest
I may not touched a lot of you physical
But, I punk y'all in the mental
I stopped being near roaches and rats
Down the line, I faced these cats
Still claiming they my true dogs
You hop bandwagons as leaves to frogs
I know they want me to disappear
Now, I've become a man, you fear

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