Hustle — текст песни

Yeah you know, this here just a lil'

Game for my real niggas out there getting it mayn, you understand me

You know, do whatever you gotta do to survive baby

But be safe in them streets mayn, well my nigga Keke

And my nigga H-A-Dub-K, and of course myself

Finna explain how it go mayn, yeah

Hustle and hustle, till you can’t no mo' (uh huh)

Hustle and hustle, till you can’t no mo' (uh huh)

Hustle and hustle, till you can’t no mo' (uh huh)

Hustle and hustle, till you can’t no mo' (be safe in these streets)

Whether it’s nine to five, or either selling dope

You gotta get it how you live, just to stay afloat

By any means necessary, bitch get on your grind

Broke shit is punk shit, man it ain’t lying

I been there I’m still here, and I’m trying to get out

And all my real niggas know, what I’m talking about

And street life, make a nigga not eat right

Losing sleep, and why you trying to stay up on feet right

Been in the game, for a real long time

I can’t believe you motherfuckers, ain’t respecting my rhyme

Can’t believe you motherfuckers, ain’t respecting mind

The year 0−4, I know you gon respect it this time

Cause I’m talking bout the real shit, I know you gonna feel this

Down South nigga, nope I ain’t from the hills bitch

I’m from a place, where niggas the yellow

And yeah I’m from the Clarke, but I’m still stuck in the ghetto so I

I hustle and hustle and, struggle and struggle and

Juggle and double and, stay out of trouble man

I am a hustler man, and I can’t stop it

I’ll rock for rock it, I want all the profit

Put it in my pocket, I’m sticking to the topic

Life is a hustle man, so can’t nobody knock it

Hustle and hustle, till I can’t no mo'

And I hustle and hustle, till my calves get so'

And I hustle and hustle, till I get all the do'

And it’s a must when I hustle, I do it solo

Don’t need no sidekicks, or niggas that ride dick

With that fly shit, and on the crew they really a snitch

Who the fuck you working with, the F-E-D's

H.P.D's, get up off my N-U-T's

You cats is wanna-be's, boy I do this to eat

Better listen to Lil' Head, be safe in these streets

Take the good with the bad, respect it just like a man

It’s still some mo' to fight, but losing ain’t in the plan

Rocks and fry sticks, bricks and big licks

On to cut your stick, with the niggas you click with

The pyrex’s shake, no mistakes and flakes

The bakery in the hood, serving cookies and cakes

So I hustle till I can’t, I ain’t just running my mouth

Ain’t no future on the block, so I’m stretching my socks

I done set my price, I ain’t gon change for the streets

Me and my workers got families, we both gotta eat

So I shake boys, you cowards just making noise

Life is still a struggle, I hustle and get it hard

For the fam, I don’t give a damn that’s who I am

Put the plates on the table, daddy gon bring the spam

Get your cash too fast, I’ll be taking it slow

Gotta grind to get mine, till I can’t no mo' whoa