Hustle City Feat. Boxx
Welcome to my city homie you know how it go, how it go/
they gone push it all from dodie to the blow for the doe/
and get it fast/ his whole life he been struggling/
so now he bout that cash/ think he cass how he hustling//
back and stomach touching him and dog gotta eat and cant see/
no other way he put them paws to the streets what you think/
aye get a job/ a job what its good fo'/
mom work two 9 to 5's and we still in the hood though/
money is his god he cant see it like he should though/
the hustle is the worship of the god that he push fo/
so he get a double up fifty then a bopper then/
bopper to a quarter he dont think its nothing stopping him/
quarter to half a half to a zip though/
all so he can sit low with splifs in a six fo
see he worship money cause he really worship things/
thats why Christ cant be his Lord cause he wanna be the king/
thats how it is in hustle city/
Even them youngins bout that paper paper paper chasing getting change/
Rep your hood every blocks a different gang let it bang/
Watch your back them Jack boys they will clap you/
See back in the 80's Cali cats they brought that crack through/
Since them it's been on everybody's now a hustler/
That's why it's hustle city & the smokers is the customers/
But what they don't know while you pushing rock shinning in yo whip/
The whole worlds Gods block & ain't no grinding on his strip/
& that goes for any hood any block that you run at/
he fronted us life flipped right that will come back/
And that's in Christ homie all that we need/
worth more than any water, x, crack or weed in hustle city/
Now let me tell'em bout my little section were we repping/
you come through with that disrespecting itll be a wrapped/
police gone come back round asking and if you happen/
to have seen what happen we suggest you shut your trap then/
This hustle city bout the green even them young boys grind mean/
holing big weight in them skinny jeans/
living just to get the cream to its just a dream/
but this our reality trust me homie its not a scheme/
so to get they whip game proper theyll whip cain proper/
for that all mighty dollar/
holler partner we cant be moved and wont be budged/
not knowing that for each and every sin we will be judged/
for every rock that sold for every rello rolled/
for every cutlass montecarlo that we ever stole/
will cost us our soul unless we switch the goal/
hustles city we get it in homie now you know/
they gone push it all from dodie to the blow for the doe/
and get it fast/ his whole life he been struggling/
so now he bout that cash/ think he cass how he hustling//
back and stomach touching him and dog gotta eat and cant see/
no other way he put them paws to the streets what you think/
aye get a job/ a job what its good fo'/
mom work two 9 to 5's and we still in the hood though/
money is his god he cant see it like he should though/
the hustle is the worship of the god that he push fo/
so he get a double up fifty then a bopper then/
bopper to a quarter he dont think its nothing stopping him/
quarter to half a half to a zip though/
all so he can sit low with splifs in a six fo
see he worship money cause he really worship things/
thats why Christ cant be his Lord cause he wanna be the king/
thats how it is in hustle city/
Even them youngins bout that paper paper paper chasing getting change/
Rep your hood every blocks a different gang let it bang/
Watch your back them Jack boys they will clap you/
See back in the 80's Cali cats they brought that crack through/
Since them it's been on everybody's now a hustler/
That's why it's hustle city & the smokers is the customers/
But what they don't know while you pushing rock shinning in yo whip/
The whole worlds Gods block & ain't no grinding on his strip/
& that goes for any hood any block that you run at/
he fronted us life flipped right that will come back/
And that's in Christ homie all that we need/
worth more than any water, x, crack or weed in hustle city/
Now let me tell'em bout my little section were we repping/
you come through with that disrespecting itll be a wrapped/
police gone come back round asking and if you happen/
to have seen what happen we suggest you shut your trap then/
This hustle city bout the green even them young boys grind mean/
holing big weight in them skinny jeans/
living just to get the cream to its just a dream/
but this our reality trust me homie its not a scheme/
so to get they whip game proper theyll whip cain proper/
for that all mighty dollar/
holler partner we cant be moved and wont be budged/
not knowing that for each and every sin we will be judged/
for every rock that sold for every rello rolled/
for every cutlass montecarlo that we ever stole/
will cost us our soul unless we switch the goal/
hustles city we get it in homie now you know/
Credits
Writer(s): Watson Jason, Writer Unknown
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