Hustler's Day

Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another day

Uh, I ain't got no silver spoon in my mouth
Runnin' all my life
It's time for my cue, then unto our house
Family applauds, you gave me some time (whoo!)
And the rest, as they say, "System, new month, new victory"
That's another text from my mother, and
Really, I should call her up, and (I should)

I'ma write some things, and my environment don't make it easy for me (it's crazy)
I ain't spoke to God in a while, but I know she pleadin' for me (uh)
I hope you feel this, homie
I hope you see the bigger picture and you pushin', homie
'Cause, I'm no about no Louis or Gucci
I need my people or cushty
I'm chasin' money not pussies
Stand on my feet, that's my dream (yeah)

Got my word and my bulls, I don't play by no rules
I'm still loyal at quest, and out of my best, I'm still learnin'
I used to be a menace, all love, no pretendin'
And if I ever said that I loved you, then I meant it
But if we burned that bridge, we can't mend it, authentic
When I said there's no one like me, dawg, I really meant it (uh)

Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another day

All I needed was some time and some trust in me (yes)
Wouldn't advise this, but we got a duty (yeah)
Rappin', rappin' both ways, juugin'
Croppin', cookin', gotta get to it (it's good)
And in out of flask, my lick's finished
Shot gun spinnin', green light spinach

I need flash five billion, and my iPhone's lost the game
But it's cool, I know it's in this car (okay)
Roll rizzla filled with indica (okay)
Same old, no new niggas in the car, feds span it
But he found nothin' in this car, got Red Bull's duff
It's my cool logs, same old cool, nah
I know these neighbors hate our guts
Them old gees broke, why won't they hate our guts?

Old friends friends forever beat up, but they changed on us
It's a spider in the web, so I avoid the parcel
Old school like Kano and Jay-Jay Okocha

Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another day
Just another, another hustler's day (yeah)
Just another, another hustler's day (uh)
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another day

Just another, another hustler's day (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Just another, another hustler's day (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Just another, another hustler's day (ooh, yeah)
Just another day
Just another, another hustler's day (just another day, ay)
Just another, another hustler's day
Just another, another hustler's day (just another day)
Just another day