On the Floor (feat. Cuzzy Capone)

Hey

Write songs

For my daughter

For my squad

For my heart

How we won

How we lost

How we came

How we saw

Through it all

Had your backs

Out the roof

Foreign cars

In pursuit

By the law

Still we reach

For the stars

Oh my God

Oh my God

So high up

I'm so far

Déjà vu

I been here before

Say, come back down to Earth

It's resist the urge

Still no brakes

Only score

Live or die

Either or

Go for broke

Hustle hard

Beat it all

On the floor

On the floor

Go for broke

Hustle hard

Need it all

On the floor

On the floor

Need it all

On the floor

Huh, west side of Slauson, grindin', make a million

We them hungry **** in between the buildin's

Risking everything we got to feed our children

My city's built off of love, but we killed it

Hard times, postin' with pebbles and boot up with it

I was told the money was there

It's up to you to get it

Went to Eddie Bauer, no True Religion

Ralph Lauren ski jacket with the Ruger in it

Caught her back in the block with the Mic Vic game

I wasn't always successful, but still I made plays

Under pressure, I run with the rock and get away

The main focus was livin' to see another day

Hall of famer in the league, but I never play

I left my granny house young when I shoulda stayed

Motivated by the money, I was gettin' payed

Go-getter from the start and I'd never change

On this court

Live or die

Either or

Go for broke

Hustle hard

Need it all

On the floor

On the floor

Go for broke

Hustle hard

Need it all

On the floor

On the floor

Need it all

On the floor

Go for broke

Hustle hard

Go for broke

Hustle hard

Go for broke

Hustle hard

Go for broke

Hustle hard