No Hook

"The most important thing in business is honesty. Integrity. Hard work. Family. Never forgetting where we came from."
Poor me, dad was gone; finally got my dad back.
Liver bad, he wouldn't live long; snatched my dad back.
Guidance, I never had that, streets was my second home,
Welcomed me with open arms, provided a place to crash at,
A place to study math at, matter fact I learned it all,
Burnt it all, this music is where I buried the ashes at.
Flashback, not having much, not having that,
Had to get some holla bread so you can holla back and holla at
My Jewish lawyer to enjoy the fruit of it in my cash stack
Just in case a nigga got to use his rat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
Own boss, own your masters, slaves,
The mentality I carry with me to this very day.
Fuck rich, let's get wealthy, who else gon' feed we?
If I need it, I'ma get it, however, god help me.
And I don't need no hook for this shit.
I'm so fa sho, it's no facade.
"Stay outta trouble," momma said, as momma sighed,
her fear her youngest son be a victim of homicide,
but I gotta get you up outta here, momma, or I'ma die, inside.
And either way you lose me, momma, so let loose of me!
I got the rain, our direction will soon change,
To live and die in N.Y. in the hustle game.
Hustle caine, hustle clothes, or hustle music,
But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick.
Skinny nigga, toothpick, but, but I do lift
Weight like I'm using 'roids. Rolls Royce,
Keep my movements smooth while maneuvering
Through all the manure in the sewer that I grew up in.
Choices we make trying to escape.
And I don't need no hook for this shit.
This is not for commercial usage.
Please don't categorize this as music.
Please don't compare me to other rappers;
Compare me to trappers, I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris.
And Luda's my dude, I ain't trying to diss.
Like, Frank Lucas is cool, but I ain't trying to snitch.
I'ma follow the rules; no matter how much time I'ma get,
I'ma live and die with the decisions that I'ma pick.
So fuck Dehaven for cavin', that's why we don't speak.
Made men ain't supposed to make statements.
End of the story, I followed the code, cracked the safe.
Other niggas ain't in the game, so they practice hate.
Leave that boy Hov alone, why don't ya?
You don't have to if you don't want to, but don't say I didn't warn ya.
Oh, and I don't need no hook for this shit.