SAME
Same hustle
You could pick the location
Same heart i fight the biggest swing no hesitation
See I'm a legend in the making
All these chances I'm taking
It got me thinking to the grave or the money I'm racing
Boy i be looking at the walls like you better not tell
Cause if they could talk then I'd be the first one in jail
I know i put my mama thru hell surprise she still love me
It's fucked up i cant tell you the last time that she hugged me
All i wanted was the shit that i needed
Let my hustle complete it
I'm hard headed but i listen
You aint gotta repeat it
See history got deleted
You saw that line and still crossed it
I was running to that money never once got exhausted
You probably heard that i lost it
Doubled up and i got it back
So next time you tell my business at least tell them all the facts
Look homie just cut the act
We know you just performance
When you got nothing to lose it aint funny Martin Lawrence
Grew round regulators let us just regulate
Jim crow law for these fuck niggas separate the real from the fake
They say i got what it takes
Like Jay-z show me what you got
See a scale and it's time to get money that's why we call them clocks
Pull up and hit something
Send them thru blitz something
Its payback for when you rush ours like six something
Pull up and hit something
Send them thru blitz something
Its payback for when you rush ours like six something
I keep the Same hustle
You could pick the location
Same heart i fight the biggest swing no hesitation
See I'm a legend in the making
All these chances I'm taking
It got me thinking to the grave or the money I'm racing
Boy i be looking at the walls like you better not tell
Cause if they could talk then I'd be the first one in jail
I know i put my mama thru hell surprise she still love me
Its fucked up i cant tell you the last time that she hugged me
I ask my grandma why it rain
She say that's angels crying
I told my plug I'll make us rich
If he kept on supplying
And to my ex we could've worked
If you stopped all that lying
I ask god why the fake breathing
And real ones dying
Shit if i tell you that I'm trying
I'm really putting in effort
I really hustle with hustlers
I really step with the steppers
And everyone that put me last
They gon feel this shit first
I get better not even it's like a gift and a curse
I know my heart don't even work cause it got broke to much
I stop tryna please a chick cause it was never enough
I was being hypocritical when they took me to jail
Like god damn they found the work but thank god not the scale
A you gon hold me down or hold me back
Just keep it a buck
Cause I'm allergic
So i don't hang with rats snakes or ducks
A you gon hold me down or hold me back
Just keep it a buck
Cause I'm allergic
So i don't hang with rats snakes or ducks
Same hustle
You could pick the location
Same heart i fight the biggest swing no hesitation
See I'm a legend in the making
All these chances I'm taking
It got me thinking to the grave or the money I'm racing
Boy i be looking at the walls like you better not tell
Cause if they could talk then I'd be the first one in jail
I know i put my mama thru hell surprise she still love me
It's fucked up i cant tell you the last time that she hugged me
You could pick the location
Same heart i fight the biggest swing no hesitation
See I'm a legend in the making
All these chances I'm taking
It got me thinking to the grave or the money I'm racing
Boy i be looking at the walls like you better not tell
Cause if they could talk then I'd be the first one in jail
I know i put my mama thru hell surprise she still love me
It's fucked up i cant tell you the last time that she hugged me
All i wanted was the shit that i needed
Let my hustle complete it
I'm hard headed but i listen
You aint gotta repeat it
See history got deleted
You saw that line and still crossed it
I was running to that money never once got exhausted
You probably heard that i lost it
Doubled up and i got it back
So next time you tell my business at least tell them all the facts
Look homie just cut the act
We know you just performance
When you got nothing to lose it aint funny Martin Lawrence
Grew round regulators let us just regulate
Jim crow law for these fuck niggas separate the real from the fake
They say i got what it takes
Like Jay-z show me what you got
See a scale and it's time to get money that's why we call them clocks
Pull up and hit something
Send them thru blitz something
Its payback for when you rush ours like six something
Pull up and hit something
Send them thru blitz something
Its payback for when you rush ours like six something
I keep the Same hustle
You could pick the location
Same heart i fight the biggest swing no hesitation
See I'm a legend in the making
All these chances I'm taking
It got me thinking to the grave or the money I'm racing
Boy i be looking at the walls like you better not tell
Cause if they could talk then I'd be the first one in jail
I know i put my mama thru hell surprise she still love me
Its fucked up i cant tell you the last time that she hugged me
I ask my grandma why it rain
She say that's angels crying
I told my plug I'll make us rich
If he kept on supplying
And to my ex we could've worked
If you stopped all that lying
I ask god why the fake breathing
And real ones dying
Shit if i tell you that I'm trying
I'm really putting in effort
I really hustle with hustlers
I really step with the steppers
And everyone that put me last
They gon feel this shit first
I get better not even it's like a gift and a curse
I know my heart don't even work cause it got broke to much
I stop tryna please a chick cause it was never enough
I was being hypocritical when they took me to jail
Like god damn they found the work but thank god not the scale
A you gon hold me down or hold me back
Just keep it a buck
Cause I'm allergic
So i don't hang with rats snakes or ducks
A you gon hold me down or hold me back
Just keep it a buck
Cause I'm allergic
So i don't hang with rats snakes or ducks
Same hustle
You could pick the location
Same heart i fight the biggest swing no hesitation
See I'm a legend in the making
All these chances I'm taking
It got me thinking to the grave or the money I'm racing
Boy i be looking at the walls like you better not tell
Cause if they could talk then I'd be the first one in jail
I know i put my mama thru hell surprise she still love me
It's fucked up i cant tell you the last time that she hugged me
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Writer(s): Chris Dixon
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