K-Rino - Knockin' Our Hustle lyrics

One time for ya mind
Clear some thangs up real quick, man
Cause, I ain't like things to
Talk from being out here, yeah
Thangs I've be reading
Shows I've been watching
Telling taking some real haterism
Real haterism it ain't looking good
Listen, uh

I remember a time
When one coast ran the game
And everybody showed respect to em
No matter who came
But the success that they untamed
Became hard to sustained
And after years of money and
Fame they relinquished their brain
We supposed them from day one
The east coast was flourishing
Had love for hip hop and
Paid Amish to it's origins
But when we try to sign with
Them our dreams got shattered
We got over look and shot
Down like we didn't matter
So we went independent struggle
Hard for a minute
Never tripping knowing without them
We wouldn't be in it
We watch the west coast represented
To the fullest capacity
Brought a new style dropped classic heat
And did it with mastery
All the while we kept racing G
Still grinding patiently
Through the hating way to each station
The city in the nation see
And now we even good so they instantly hated
But check the history the south is
What some of y'all originated

Tell me why y'all getting pissed
Cause we opening doors
Why you try'na knock our hustle
We ain't never knocked yours
We gave love and look how dirty you did us
You need to step ya game up and
Try to get this bread with us

If be hoofing the mind state
Of hate is being proven
Jealousy brooming and fools because
They unit's ain't moving
I used to watch Apollo and no matter
How good the artist was doing
If they was from the south
Nine out of ten the crowd starting booing
They think we have no
Capacity for intelligent speaking
As if intelligence is only confined
The one coast the region
We got artist who are some of the
Best in the world of nation
But get no consideration based
On geographical location
They think it's stupid
But, I'll tell you what stupid to me
Judging a whole region off ten guce
You've might of seen on TV
Now all of a sudden
Hip hop is dead and it's time to rebuild it
Well if it is dead I feel
It was hating that killed it
On the radio you say the
South is country and slow
But, it's all love when you down
Here try'na make you some doe
Now when they shit is lame
We the ones they tend to blame
And brace the versity that's the main
Element that extends the game, fool

And I ain't tripping I was raised
On east coast hip hop
I was trained by KRS, Chop Game with Tila Roc
We got New Yorkers who buying CD's
Every one that I had
But since we so simply and dumb
Lemme give you some math
We grind hard, hit the road
Hustle straight blue collar
Y'all are major labels per unit
Given half of a dollar
So if you went gold you're grossing
Two hundred and fifty grand
Too pay your managers your lawyer
And don't forget Uncle Sam
Every promotional expense that they
Said you would need
Not to mention parts of the contract
That you failed to read
After the video and studio time they recruit
You might touch fifty G's unless
Yo ass in the group
Now down south our records independently drop
Let's say we move fifty thousand
To eighty dollars a pop
Minimum overhead four hundred thousand
All our cash
Do the math sometimes we make more
Instead a less then y'all ass, yeah