C.M. Reign - Return of the King

Hustle (On Some Other Shit)

Wake up every monday, hop up in that hundai
Grindin week to week, ima make it out some day
Lookin for that bread, all i seem to find is crumbcake
Tell me mr trump, how to feed a fam off chump change
Flyest on the air, never catch me on the run way
Every line is dope, you would think a brotha runs base
Knock it out the park, ever song a brotha runs base
Gotta white friend drivin, incase they wanna run plates
The quintessential blue print, flawless with the mucus
Arm and hammer flow, you would think that chuck is shootin
Beats done crossed over, layed up, they aint hoopin
One man army, never ask me bout dat group shit

These motherfuckers come at me sideways
Smile in my face, they playin mindgames
20 dollar bag, change the mind frame
Yall beneath me, somethin like a scyscrape

I gotta feed my wife n kids
Its safe to say that I been on some other shit
You aint talkin bout a mil
My mind been on a drift, im on some other shit
I gotta hustle everyday
Its safe to say I been on some other shit
So if you aint about that pay
Get out my motherfuckin lane, im on some other shit

I gotta feed my wife n kids
Its safe to say that I been on some other shit
You aint talkin bout a mil
My mind been on a drift, im on some other shit
I gotta hustle everyday
Its safe to say I been on some other shit
So if you aint about that pay
Get out my motherfuckin lane, im on some other shit

I been on some other shit, i been on some other shit
Im about to take off, fly back to the mothership
Dont know where my brothers went, lookin for my covenant
Chronic masterbation, aint no one im fuckin wit
Everyday i'm wondering, how the fuck im functionin
World around me crumblin, no comfort in the mumblin
Pockets got me strugglin, emotions like a sunken ship
I been eatin losses, cuz only i can stomach it
Fire in the belly, im a blazzin pit, im dangerous
Takin major shits, till i became the shit, im greatness bitch
They hate again, all on my dick, i bet they face in it
They tastin it, all on my dick, i bet they cravin it
You used to have squad goals, now you just a hard no
You bout to catch these hands, get these hands like i'm braun stro,
Whatchu want, applause bro? you gon need some gauze hoe
Tick tick tick that bomb goes, ashes, limbs and charcoal

I gotta feed my wife n kids
Its safe to say that I been on some other shit
You aint talkin bout a mil
My mind been on a drift, im on some other shit
I gotta hustle everyday
Its safe to say I been on some other shit
So if you aint about that pay
Get out my motherfuckin lane, im on some other shit

I gotta feed my wife n kids
Its safe to say that I been on some other shit
You aint talkin bout a mil
My mind been on a drift, im on some other shit
I gotta hustle everyday
Its safe to say I been on some other shit
So if you aint about that pay
Get out my motherfuckin lane, im on some other shit

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Writer(s): Charles Smallwood
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