Edge Lyrics
This Goes Out Lyrics
This goes out
To all them hustlers
Everybody out there
Making them ends meet
I ainT mad atCha
J.e. yall
This goes out to everybody
This goes out
This goes out to ya
This goes out
IM telling you this goes out
This goes out to ya
This goes out to ya
This goes out
This goes out to ya
This goes out to ya
V1 some people sleep five to a bed
Three at the feet
Two at the top
So really canT talk
About how they should live
When i know in my heart
If it came down to it
I be getting down
The same as them
See lord
Tryna hustle
Must be something
That was heaven sent
A lot of rent
WouldnT be paid
Without this trade
That we call hustlin
Yall yall
Hook
This goes out
To the katS
On the corners
Stressin and struggling
Just to get a dollar
I ainT mad atCha
Gotta do somehtin
Hold your head up
Cause they canT hurtCha
This goes out to the girls
On the street
ThatS goin all out
Just so they kids can eat
And i ainT mad atCha
Gotta do something
Hold your head up
Cause they canT touch you
V2 i use to be
At the point
Going out on the road
Doing things
That i know
Just wasnT right
And iM now
IM looking back
No not afraid to tell it no
Just i never did say it
But i can tell you that
ID rather take a bullet
In my head
Than leave myl family unfed
And thatS the way it is
This goes out to my homies
Hook
This goes out to the kats
Ont the corners
Stressin and strugglin
Just to get a dollar
I ainT mad atCha
Gotta do somethin
Hold your head up
Cause they canT hurtCha
This goes out to the girls
On the street
ThatS goin all out
Just so they kids can eat
And i ainT mad atCha
Gotta do somethin
Hold your head up
Cause they canT touch you
Tatu:
A yo
I welcome the struggle
Like i welcome the hustle
Find the right one
Take it an bubble
ThatS on the muscle
I ainT given in
IM trying to win
And if i gotta get my hands a little dirty
IM sorry for sin
But the fam donT understand
AinT no bread
So brothaS have to learn to bake to make bread
Chicks use they ass to shake to make bread
But i ainT mad atCha
Shawty keep them kids fed
Duke:
This goes out to my whole 581clique
I often remeniss
When we just dreamed of dis
Big cars
Fine homes
Girls with nice tones
Dime pieces
Standing in line to show us the thong
Went from riding six deep
In a little ass jeep
To cadalic trucks
And benzs prowlin the streets
We gone ball til we fall
Cause we fading all
Put your glasses in the air
This goes out yo yall
Hook
This goes out
To the katS
On the corners
Stressin and struggling
Just to get a dollar
I ainT mad atCha
Gotta do something
Dohld your head up
Cause they canT hurtCha
This goes out to the girls
On the street
ThatS goin all out
Just so they kids can eat
And i ainT mad atCha
Gotta do something
Hold your head up
Cause they canT tough you