Hustle Intro

Look where we are
Look at the odds
Look where we are
Look at the odds
Look where we are
Look at the odds
Look where we are
Look at the odds

I'ma be one of the greatest to ever do it, you could put down a milli for it
I ain't stopping till I get a billi homie, Take it to the hood and see a billi touring
You ain't never seen it, I'ma do it, for those who said it wasn't working for nothing
They see me I'm coming up with so much work
Now they saying nothing 'cause I left em all silent
Who would've thought I would come out retirement
Just to prove a point to rappers in 24 hours
I haven't rapped in a while, but if I have to hustle money then this is my power
Ever since I was a child, I knew that my talent was higher than the Eiffel tower
I do not want this mentality going over niggas heads, I ain't throwing an our
I do want jewels or diamonds, Fuck a Richard Millie, AP or Patek
I had it stacked against me in the deck, so I don't any kid to go through that
I need me a milli to change up the narrative, you wanna do it to flex voetsek
I'm put my heart in this
My life in this
That's why I need the money stat
I'ma go cray, if I stay broke
There ain't no way I'm taking it slow
I got a gun that I just might tote
If you get in my way, or between my 0's
I need a Benz, I need a Spur
I need a Tesla, I need a Rolls
If you be calling me up about anything that got no money
Bitch, I'm ghost

I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

I was broke for a minute now I feel like I'm the shit
I been hot, I been cold, going harder than a bitch
Come up short, come up empty, every time I hit a lick
Lived alone out the crib, all I ate was fried chips
I got kicked out the crib, paid no rent had no fees
Had to look for piece jobs, just so I could chow & eat
If I sit and reminisce with my girl, we was down
Couldn't buy meat or milk 'cause the fridge was broke down
We could only buy magwinya and potatoes for some chips
When we was lucky, we had Kinglsey just to wash down on that shit
None of my niggas came to see me, none of my niggas helped for shit
Only Syba came to help, even if he had no cheese
Every time my momma see me, she was worried I'ma fail
But she kept the faith and prayed, just as long I was not in jail
Then I woke up to some miracles 'cause God gave me a way
See my life took a turn and made a nigga feel insane
Rest in peace my nigga Glen
Nigga knew I would be big
And I know he looking down on me and smiling for the kid
When a nigga make a mill, his daughter hitting private school
'Cause I know he talk to God and make sure *** is cool

(Flow switch) 'cause I pleaded and begged and I repeated on debts
And no one feeling my shit so I'm indeed in a mess
I planted seeds in my head and now the season is here
With no more heat to dispense
(Rata tata teng) (huh)
That's how bullets hit, when I hit a sermon
Strive to the fullest when I feed my circle
Fight like a bully, jumping niggas like hurdles
Damn I'm a burden (SHIT)

That's why my shit is a movie
That's why my shit is a movie
That's why my shit is a movie

Yeah (laugh)



Credits
Writer(s): Thabo Fassie
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