Life of a Hustler

Oooohh, yeah

It's Texaco

This that hustle shit, know you 'gotta feel this shit

One time for my brothers
Two times for my mother
Three times for my daddy
The reasons I love the hustle
I dedicated my grind
Even when nobody loved me
The only things on mind
Is get the fuck out this struggle

I get them packs in and 'bussem
He acting funny we 'bussem
These niggas ain't really for ya
These bitches either can't trust 'em
The reason I'm steady clutching
Just tryna run up them numbers
And keep on adding them commas
This is the life of a hustler

Yeah we can fuck but can't cuff ya
I want that cutlass in mustard
I had dropped out of school
I hit the block And start hustling

But for you niggas in school
Get the fuck out this struggle
I do this shit for my mother
I do this shit for my brothers
Only blood make us differ
I see the same on each other
We got this out the 'gutta
We not the same as the niggas
They switching up for some penny's
Stay down young nigga and get it
Don't give a fuck a with ya
Lil bra do you just be different

Yeah

Just cause you move a Lil different
They start to look at you different
I'm focused I'm on a mission
I think the booth is the kitchen
I'm tryna whip up these 'brickys
My songs the hardest of 50s
I'm serving raw to you niggas
You can not starve out here nigga

One time for my brothers
Two times for my mother
Three times for my daddy
The reasons I love the hustle
I dedicated my grind
Even when nobody loved me
The only things on mind
Is get the fuck out this struggle

I get them packs in and 'bussem
He acting funny we 'bussem
These niggas ain't really for ya
These bitches either can't trust 'em
The reason I'm steady clutching
Just tryna run up them numbers
And keep on adding them commas
This is the life of a hustler

I throw the bomb like Bret Farve
It just touchdown watch me run
I don't do this shit for fun
I'm tryna count up some funds
I 'gotta keep off balance
The clothes I wear one of ones
Can't walk a mile in these one

I'm out here feeling like Jeezy
I put some snow on my neck
I got the cubes out the freezer
Shawty say that she love me
But I think she a leecher
Can't put my trust in a skeezer
I smoke the finest of reefer
Dopeboy can tell by the sneakers
Me and you niggas not equal

Hop on the song in the preacher
Schooling these niggas like teachers
I got a hustlers demeanor
We get this pack in we eating
Run to this cash like a cheetah
Turnt to a monster a creature
I 'gotta feed all my peoples
Gotta be my brothers keeper

One time for my brothers
Two times for my mother
Three times for my daddy
The reasons I love the hustle
I dedicated my grind
Even when nobody loved me
The only things on mind
Is get the fuck out this struggle

I get them packs in and 'bussem
He acting funny we 'bussem
These niggas ain't really for ya
These bitches either can't trust 'em
The reason I'm steady clutching
Just tryna run up them numbers
And keep on adding them commas
This is the life of a hustler



Credits
Writer(s): Tyquadre Rosser
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