Knockin Our Hustle - K Rino

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 units 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