Aasim - DMX Interlude lyrics

I sold my soul to the devil, price was cheap
And yo it was cold on this level
But it's twice as deep
It's two o'clock and I'm just
About to hit the streets
Until I knock off this rock
I don't get to eat
Sometimes it's like that the only reason
Why I hustle step on toes, strong arm
And chokin' a muscle ain't no real dough
That's why a nigga feel so frustrated
I hate it seein' bitch niggas done made it
And I'm robbin' niggas just
As broke as myself fuckin' with Queens
Ain't too good for a nigga's health
Where's the wealth? Ain't in New York
So I gots to make my rounds
I do whatever for the dollar
Fucker, you know me, tryna get 'round