[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, I don't wanna hear myself
Every day wasn't sunny, n***a
(Smoke on the beat)
Yeah

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Turn nothin' to somethin', just the art of the hustle
Got love in the streets, the streets don't love you, yeah
(Had to show these n***as I can ball, you know?)
Turn nothin' to somethin', just the art of the hustle
Got love in the streets, but the streets don't love you, yeah
(I'm at these n***as' necks with this shit)

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Paid nights like this, I wish raindrops would fall
Heartbroken, takin' shots for my dog
We had long talks that we gon' get rich together
Now you gone and I'm here, so you gon' live forever
I saw your son on the 'Gram and he look just like you
And if he know like I know, he'd be just like you
You the first one told me go and get that bag
Ain't no shit about the roll until you hit that slab
Now I'm up and down that bitch tryna get that cash
I be doin' twenty plus if they hit that stash
Knock on wood, we set up shop and lock up hoods
Man, the team ain't together, but it's still all love
I'm from where they set you up to get you killed 'bout drugs
I'm still daily in the trenches, makin' plays with thugs
I stood tall, handcuffed, eye-to-eye with the judge
'Cause if I don't go do it, it'll never get done
[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Turn nothin' to somethin', just the art of the hustle
Got love in the streets, the streets don't love you, yeah
(Had to show these n***as I can ball, you know?)
Turn nothin' to somethin', just the art of the hustle
Got love in the streets, but the streets don't love you, yeah
(I'm at these n***as' necks with this shit)

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Learned the art of the hustle, now I hustle with art
Like to pray in the light so I shine in the dark
Tryna pull up in the whip, park itself when I park
Real n***as kissin' fake-ass shit from afar
Used to sit in the spot watchin' cuz make sales
'Til I got a sack, I'm throwin' rocks at the jail
See, these bitches ain't loyal, and these n***as ain't real
You find out the hard way when you stuck in the cell
See, when them bills get behind and your tank on E
Now your run over with and you ain't save your cheese
Now you back at square one, tryna play low-key
That's when you find out don't shit really last for the streets
Took the case for the team, stood tall on my feet
Got indicted by the feds, but I still gotta eat
See, I'm built Ford tough, so I'ma win in defeat
Had a dream about my n***a Ric, I wish he could see, uh