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What's done is done
I'm not going back
I don't believe in anyone anymore
What's done is done
I'm not going back
I don't believe in anyone anymore

I started hustling to buy a car
And take the girls from the neighborhood
One to later leave them
But I liked the easy money
And from selling grass and coke
I got a Scarface vibe mixed with Carlito
I ended up worse off than I was, tough connections
People sitting at the table that I respected
I stood in the fire area again
To have what's mine and not ask those guys for anything
I wasn't born poor or filthy rich
I never had a welfare check
But somehow I ended up in a mess
Everyone says the same, boasting their realism
I don't know about you, but I am wicked
Never abuse those who beg at the lights
When you end up in prison, they're the ones kicking your back
I'm not a hitman or a triggerman to be honest
But I'm more of a hustler, I don't bring and take

It all started in the '90s, many ambitions
With a pager and a couple of outfits
Fifteen years with the mentality of a 30-year-old
I'd rather cook coke before frying burgers
Why earn a pittance working eight hours
When at the kiosk I can make it in half
I don't regret anything, not all the money we blew
The nights smoking devil
And as the yellow caps disappeared
The aluminum going 'over' and the junkies lining up
Nailing every fine whore that appeared
The first one with Ewing Adidas in Carolina
The important thing was to be ahead
I looked for them no matter what
Cutting or selling cable
If you don't know about this ghetto life
The sacrifice of everyday, making a living

What's done is done
I'm not going back
I don't believe in anyone anymore
What's done is done
I'm not going back
I don't believe in anyone anymore

In '93 I look out the balcony of my house
And look to the corner, there's a bunch of young girls
Selling their bodies for heroin, it's more than butter
And they're not just young girls, they're young boys
With lipstick and flip-flops, the business is full
The poison is in the slope
I know selling drugs is bad
But the money is so good
A couple of buddies selling coke
A couple of buddies working at Burger King for $5-and-some
And at $5.15 an hour, do you think they'll stop selling drugs
Go get the baking soda, and how do you want the coke
Powder or rock, go ahead, take a little
So you make a couple of faces with your mouth
The straw is from tip to tip
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For money I started robbing and jumping counters
Hanging out with monsters and mingling with gangsters
I wanted money, I wanted a plan
I went wild and had to move forward
Getting a couple of bucks isn't easy
It's not a piece of cake or settle for living with little
If you don't have, you're on foot, if you're on foot you don't get there
Either work or rob, borrow or hustle
People are blind, if it's not, they don't play
Playing the lottery not everyone wins
I worked legally, didn't even get started
To hell with it, I earn more if I start scheming
Filling the piggy bank on the corner every day
And watching out to go on a spree and not get caught by the police

What's done is done
I'm not going back
I don't believe in anyone anymore
What's done is done
I'm not going back
I don't believe in anyone anymore