text: Who you suckers think you trippin with? Yes Im the boss
  745, white-on-white, thats Rick Ross
  I cut em wide, I cut em long, I cut em fat
  I keep em comin back, we keep em comin back
  Im into distribution, Im like Atlantic
  I got them pretty things flyin across the Atlantic
  I know Pablo, Noriega
  The real Noriega, he owe me a hundred favors
  I aint petty player, we buy the whole thang
  See most of my homies hustle, they still do they thang
  My roof back , my money rides 
  Im on the pedal, show you what Im runnin like
  When they snatched Black, I cried for a hundred nights
  He got a hundred bodies, servin a hundred lives
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Ev-everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Ev-everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im, everyday Im
  Yeah Im always hustlin blud
  Im hustlin even when
  Im just sitting in the flat, sipping on a Jack, chilling with my girlfriend
  Cause Im always on the phone like who? What? When?
  What did you just say? Can you say that again?
  What you motherfucking mean, motherfucker wants ten?
  Motherfuckers supposed to be my motherfucking friend
  Give him eight per cent and say that shits peng
  Considering that Im still living in the ends
  And Im still driving in the same old banged out ride
  Reg plate starting with an N
  Looking at the Benz
  And the BMs
  Thinking: how come I aint in one of them
  Yeah my LP dropped blud, so what then?
  Them there moneys dried up since then
  Im still Ben
  Same old little pink dicked white boy that I was before
  Except now Im a little less young
  Little less dumb and a little less poor?
  Whats enough? More? Is it cause I think your tough enough or do I just know the score?
  Blud, they cant say I aint talented, all they can say is that Im too raw
  Whats my name? Ben Drew, not Ben Draw
  Still no-one backs me like Jo
  Whiley, Ras Kwame or Zane Lowe
  On BBC Radio
  Who cares what that fat prick said hes pop
  Yeah Chris Moyles - he had a pop
  First him and now Tim, So what?
  Neither of them got a clue about Hip Hop
  Blud
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Ev-everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Ev-everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im, everyday Im
  Where do we go, nobody knows
  Ive got to say Im on my way down
  God give me style and give me grace
  God put a smile upon my face
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Ev-everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Ev-everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im hustlin
  Everyday Im, everyday Im