Steady Huslin’ lyrics

[Intro: Iceberg]
Ha, real n*gga talk
Let it burn...let it burn n*gga
I need mo'
That's the slogan, I need mo' n*gga!

[Verse 1: Iceberg]
Ha look, fightin' to live
Can't wait to reminisce, 'bout nights like this
God, I know this just a test, so I'm keepin' my faith
But honestly I don't even want it the easy way, I'm steady huslin'
Tryna break the bank
Think like I'm rich when I ain't got sh*t to weigh the thank
Can't even find a scale big enough to weigh the hate
I'm illin' just to get it up for a greater day
They say my chances slimmer than me, I pray they ain't
It's little hope for a street n*gga this day and age
That's why my weed hit hard like (?)
Wish I could put my stress on pause to a later day
I need a boat just to smoke on
I need a bad b*tch to call more hoes on I'm tryna get my roll on, big timer
I don't mind givin' props but don't confuse that with di*k ridin'
I hit yo b*tch block and have her whole clique smilin'
Don't make me resurrect the 17 year old shawty that Trick signed
And run up in yo sh*t (Pow! Boom! Boom! Boom!), test me, snitches wanna citizen arrest me
I went broke last year for the better
Now it's Livehouse or nothin' n*gga get cheddar
Hoes runnin out the Billion like they tryna win a medal
I guess my swag appealin' to the b*tches tryna settle, but it ain't happenin'
I'm a grade A bad b*tch magnet
Smokin' hash out the g-pen a gram of this
Get me right, I need it just to ease my mind, hella plays in motion 'cus the paper easily decline, n*gga
[Hook: Mike Bless]
You can't catch me
I'm down the runway
Now I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i
My dreams are high up
That's why I'm high up
Boy I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i
You can't catch me
I'm down the runway
Now I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i
My dreams are high up
I get so high up
Boy I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i

[Verse 2: Iceberg]
Look, paranoia kinda questionin' n*gga's loyalty
Feelin' like Ali Baba up against the Forty Thieves
Jealousy the most common theme to destroy ya team
And a king less of a king if his soldier's weak
Ask 'bout Berg in the streets they say that boy a beast
You fly this flag and run with me, you now with royalty
Sit at the table, enjoy the feast but bring a dish
When you fam you supposed to ride when one need a lift
And all my prices goin' up, I need more for this
Your workload heavy with kids and a gorgeous b*tch
I got my paint for the low but my rims stolen
Got my molded gun in (?) shoutout to (?)
I'm flyin' out from the beach with a b*tch that's gon' get open
I f*ck her from the back and always disrespect her sew-in
I took loss after loss but I made it stretch
I was 60 grand negative and was still a threat, it's Livehouse n*gga!
[Hook]
You can't catch me
I'm down the runway
Now I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i
My dreams are high up
That's why I'm high up
Boy I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i
You can't catch me
I'm down the runway
Now I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i
My dreams are high up
I get so high up
Boy I'm in the sky-i-i-i-i-i

[Outro: Iceberg]
Like really, n*ggas askin' me why I'm mad
The reason why I'm mad cus it's too much fake sh*t goin' on, it's too much fake floss sh*t goin' on
Everybody wanna be on Instagram takin' pictures, fake watches, fake jewelry, fake leather
And they broadcastin' it to mass amounts of people, mass amounts of jits
So it's f*ckin' the jits head up
These jits lookin' up to f*ckin' (?)
When I looked, when I was growin' up I looked up to real n*ggas, n*ggas who did real business, n*ggas who made real moves, bought real jewelry, real f*ckin' everything
These n*ggas wasn't so f*ckin' fiction dawg, and yall f*ckin' up the jits head
That's why I gotta teach my jits don't believe everything you f*ckin' see cus half of this sh*t is phony, everything phony, everything fake now, I don't understand
It's like, and then the n*ggas who keepin' it real they ain't givin' them n*ggas a chance
Naw, we don't want the truth to be revealed
We gon' hide the truth, but I don't understand, why? Why?