Hustlin' (feat. Governor)

Hustlin'
Out here

I'm out here (hustlin')
I'm just thinking about getting back home
I'm out here (hustlin')
You see, that's how I'm able to send that little money to you
(Hustlin') let's get more freedom
In my future, just so we can ball (out here)
So we can sip champagne, and puff that Mary Jane
Let's go man
And you can fly first class on an airplane

I remember coming up, used to hate to get on the bus
Dreams of getting paid and making the big bucks
Started to get a little then couldn't get enough
Let me in, I'ma win nigga I don't give a fuck

The environment sucks but the bread ain't bad
The broads, don't fuck 'em all but the head ain't bad
I'm young, rich and legit; think the Feds ain't mad?
Haters are sick of the Six, so scared of the scad

Dag, damn nigga ya ain't have to brag
This'll never pay, remember when you said that bad?
The nigga still thinking I blew up so fast
J. Geter, remember when you put up yo' last?

This for my niggaz trying to flip your cash
Before the Feds can get a chance to clip your ass
Get a lot of powder in a Ziplock bag
Wrist full of rubber bands, 40-cal's in the dash

I'm out here (hustlin')
I'm just thinking about getting back home
I'm out here (hustlin')
You see, that's how I'm able to send that little money to you
(Hustlin') let's get more freedom
In my future, just so we can ball (out here)
So we can sip champagne, and puff that Mary Jane
Let me holla at 'em Gov'
And you can fly first class on an airplane

I know some people love me to death and there's some that can't stand me
'Cause I got a big ass crib in Miami (what else?)
Another out in Cali, backyard so sandy (okay)
And most broads find it hard to understand me

But the same attitude that make crews goddamn me
Is the same ones that got me looking cool at the Grammy's
Haters wanna damage me, but King you'll never be
Shawty holla at me when you get your first felony

Then holla at me when you've been on Dave Letterman
Say they never seen a real nigga so elegant
Lames wanna hear that real shit, and I'm telling it
Trained the game to be sold, and I'm selling it

Chasing a Honda mil', that bullshit is irrelevant
We can race if you wanna, I bet on me and you'll never win
Simply cause a loser's something I've never been
If you doubt now, holla back at 2007 then

I'm out here (hustlin')
I'm just thinking about getting back home
I'm out here (hustlin')
You see, that's how I'm able to send that little money to you
(Hustlin') let's get more freedom
In my future, just so we can ball (out here)
So we can sip champagne, and puff that Mary Jane
And you can fly first class on an airplane

Hustlin'
Out here
Hustlin'
Out here



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Maurice Sinclair, Governor Washington
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