Re-Up: The Hustle Continues

I RE-UP. Nothing lasts FOREVER, something's always BETTER. More PRODUCT Means more CHEDDAR.

So I RE-UP. It always feels STRANGE. I'm just SAYIN' I feel LAME

with the SAME THANG Until I RE-UP. It's always 'bout the LOOT,

nothing else'll DO. I load that Thang I'm coming THROUGH. That's when I

RE-UP. Never SETTLE, keep it FETTLE Let the POT call you KETTLE.

Nothing will ever make it BETTER. Till I RE-UP. My every DAY and the NIGHT,

HUSTLING making a LIFE. Moving with BLINDERS ON. Everything HEAVY I'm

pushing and nothing is LIGHT. This is the TWILIGHT ZONE. Everything feeling GOOD