Hustle
I done seen a lot of reruns and syndicated episodes
Of homies using dope selling as a steppingstone
I even had my feet lubricated, I mean wet
Even though it's coded you related, my team set
Several records in the underworld
Sealed tight, wrap it up and send it on their girl
These were the legendary, tales of November to February
Sending Mary through the international, terminal
I wonder what some of them earning now?
I seen a couple turned to ballers and a couple others burning out
It's yin and yang, you gone do a sentence for your gang
None of them got they V pass everyday the same
Homeys been talking bout getting back on that program
Sit-ups, push ups, everyday a slow jam
Staying prepared, cause everywhere is a clear date
With fate, but the judge ain't giving a fair shake
We hate hearing the truth and love spreading lies
Manipulate women's minds and love spreading thighs
Consider me a victim, nah fuck that
Cuzz, I'm out to pimp the system dog you can trust that for real
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Motivated reminiscing, getting overrated
We oughta talk about a way to get incorporated
Shit got you thinking like you still a teen
What up, with all that talking until it's done it's still a dream
Shout out to all my homies on their way to bigger things
Inspire me to get a little, woke up and had to read to get official
This shit for you and me is beneficial
Cause we can air it out, apparently without a tissue
What I'm speaking on, need 50 seconds in a deeper song
Some wiggle room, a can of micky's and I'll leave a bomb
Be in the cutty part of town so I can detonate it
Keep all that hateful energy away and separated
I'm tryna take the elevator to the suite
By doing something hella innovative and unique
But you j-cats, wanna see me lying in the street
Over concrete, and under a white sheet
But I won't have it, I spread game like a ted talk
Little boy blue, bout to smoke you with a red hawk
That's preservation of delf, we tend to bust quick
On any suckas and marks who on that tough shit
I'm fortified, my click is the rawest on the rise
Whether you know me as Uce, or slo of fortilive
I put it down whenever I see a mic around
Gimme a pen, I burn this muthafucka to the ground
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Of homies using dope selling as a steppingstone
I even had my feet lubricated, I mean wet
Even though it's coded you related, my team set
Several records in the underworld
Sealed tight, wrap it up and send it on their girl
These were the legendary, tales of November to February
Sending Mary through the international, terminal
I wonder what some of them earning now?
I seen a couple turned to ballers and a couple others burning out
It's yin and yang, you gone do a sentence for your gang
None of them got they V pass everyday the same
Homeys been talking bout getting back on that program
Sit-ups, push ups, everyday a slow jam
Staying prepared, cause everywhere is a clear date
With fate, but the judge ain't giving a fair shake
We hate hearing the truth and love spreading lies
Manipulate women's minds and love spreading thighs
Consider me a victim, nah fuck that
Cuzz, I'm out to pimp the system dog you can trust that for real
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Motivated reminiscing, getting overrated
We oughta talk about a way to get incorporated
Shit got you thinking like you still a teen
What up, with all that talking until it's done it's still a dream
Shout out to all my homies on their way to bigger things
Inspire me to get a little, woke up and had to read to get official
This shit for you and me is beneficial
Cause we can air it out, apparently without a tissue
What I'm speaking on, need 50 seconds in a deeper song
Some wiggle room, a can of micky's and I'll leave a bomb
Be in the cutty part of town so I can detonate it
Keep all that hateful energy away and separated
I'm tryna take the elevator to the suite
By doing something hella innovative and unique
But you j-cats, wanna see me lying in the street
Over concrete, and under a white sheet
But I won't have it, I spread game like a ted talk
Little boy blue, bout to smoke you with a red hawk
That's preservation of delf, we tend to bust quick
On any suckas and marks who on that tough shit
I'm fortified, my click is the rawest on the rise
Whether you know me as Uce, or slo of fortilive
I put it down whenever I see a mic around
Gimme a pen, I burn this muthafucka to the ground
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
Make you wanna hustle
Make you wanna ball
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Writer(s): Benjamin Tafao
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