Lyrics:

Brooklyn, yeah, man
Hey, these little dudes out there glorifying the hustle
Real funny to me
That just bring me to a conclusion
It's either one of two things
One, these little niggas are stupid
Or two, they not hustling
I'll let you tell it
I'm caught up
It's hustlin' and got the best of me
I'm caught up, in the kitchen with a mean recipe
I'm caught up, this grind take up all of my time
I'm caught up, tryna quict, but then I change my mind
Again, caught up, it's hustling and got the best of me
I'm caught up in the kitchen with a mean recipe
I'm caught up, this grind take up all of my time
I'm caught up, trynna quit, but cannot change my mind
Again, see everything that glitter and gold
If you struggling, we drove down a similar road
I was hustling in the midst of the cold
Two pair of socks and a snow toes
Frozen at four below whoever runny nose
Hand in hand in a cannon, hugging my waist
Had them users like producers
They was loving the bass, low man
Had to make sure them huggies covered his waist
Mom dupes, getting letters from housing at rent late
Trips back and forth face to face
Kept that dough coming
Turn the lights on in my kitchen
See a roach running
Check the glue trap in the morning
See the mice stuck
Ask me how I felt back then
I tell you, life suck
Ask me how I feel right now
I say my life's up in the air
I'm really trying to pursue a rap career
But if all else fails, the corner store them frills
Hustle hard, stack money for bail
You know the drill
I'm caught up, It's hustling and got the best of me
I'm caught up, in the kitchen with a mean recipe
I'm caught up, this grind take up all of my time
I'm caught up, tryna quit but then I changed my mind
I ain't here to say that grind's all fine and dandy
I'm going to tell her how it is
Next door neighbor's watch
I'm selling out the crib, the block is hot
My little son watch me chop and rock
I want to stop, but rent got to be paid
Fridge got to eat
My man meet me every three days on 125th Street
At night, I get under them sheets
Can't sleep
Know that Ray comin'
I jump when I hear a set of keys
The older people used to love me when I was a youngin'
Now they get on the elevator when they see me coming
Mom's disappointed
She don't want to show it
Her only child, let her down, I be knowing
Haters want to do you harm, I work like tattoos
They all want it on the arm
This is what I deal with on the reg
Got a handful of things I'd rather do instead
But I'm caught up, it's hustling, It's got the best of me
I'm caught up, in the kitchen with a mean recipe
I'm caught up, this grind take up all of my time
I'm caught up, trynna quit, but then I change my mind
This game full of ups and downs
Ain't no guarantees
One minute your pockets caked up like Sarah Lee
Next minute connects when dry like the Sahara Beach
Your stash getting low
Bill's never over
Your ass getting low
You can't chill in the Copa
Drink after drink and you still feel sober
Got the grind on your mind
You can't think straight, but they can't know
So you front like everything's great
My man had a spot in P.A
Now dead ass
My son move rock in P.A
It was off his strength that we rocked in P.A
I cried when I heard he got rocked in P.A
My man Jiggs caught up
And he paid the price with his life being caught up
Ain't nice, make every move precise or get caught up
Trust me it's the roll or the dice
Daddy need new shoes
I can't lose
But I'm caught up
It's hustle and I got the best of me
I'm caught up in the kitchen with a mean recipe
This ride take up all of my time
I'm caught up, trynna quit, but then I change my mind
And it's weird, but I gotta get bread
Your boy caught up, dodging feds in the enemy's land
I want out, but I'm too deep
Been caught up
It's not cool, but how I'm gonna eat? Caught up
I'm caught up, I'm caught up, caught up