Hustle
My pain is an alarm
It aches me up
First thought every day
Always aw fuck
Why can't I still be asleep
Am I asking too much
And man I didn't even eat
How'm I bout to throw up
Better just grit my teeth
And choke it back down
And take my fucking feet
And put em on the ground, cuz
Look at me now
Ain't got no paper
My fucking legs hurt
I guess the day's work
Got be the same work I do every day
Rob, steal and hustle fucking just to get paid
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Just to get the cash
Run up, run up, run up
In the store with your mask
Shove a, shove a, shove a
Buncha shit down your pants
Then hustle hustle to the door
And do the fucking dash
Don't look, don't look back
Make sure and cover up your tracks
If you had the arms
Then you could shoot and have a blast
Muzzle, muzzle, muzzle, muz
If anybody asks
Gotta hustle, run and hustle, bud
And don't get too relaxed
Nothing can stand in my way
When my bones start to ache
I'ma do the same shit
That I do every day
Walk up in the same store
Go straight to the back case
Pick that motherfucker open
And take a buncha new games
And then I walk right out
I know they know my face
But the loss prevention
Well I guess they must be lazy
Maybe they just don't feel like
Getting off their ass to chase me
But I mean they'd probably get a raise
With all the shit that I've been taking
But I guess that's safety
Certainty, it's what I need
Yeah I've always got a way
That I know that I can bleed
And I've always got away
And I'll always get away
I don't ever get my way
Feels like a fair trade-
You know what's not a fair trade
When I go to the pawn shop
And the look on their faces say
You know we'll call the cops
You were here yesterday
Every day, you don't stop
There ain't much that we can pay
Maybe ten bucks a pop
Then that little hidden smirk
Pops out when I say sure
O I didn't think you'd take it
Whatever man, it works
I mean, my body hurts
I ain't got time to be patient
I spend every day living
On the wrong side of the equation
I ain't got no motivation
And I'm far past complacent
Now let me just make a call
And see how long I'll be waiting
Phone rings
Fuckin answer
Hello
What's up man
Whats up
Nothing, I'm just tryin to grab- like, a half
Where you at
Same spot as yesterday
Alright, be there in like. ten minutes
Bet
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Just to get the cash
Run up, run up, run up
To the car and cop some packs
Shove em, shove em, shove em
In the pockets of your pants
Then run and find
The closest fucking bathroom that you can
You don't, you don't, you don't
Gotta cover up your tracks
Pull yr, pull yr arms out
Shoot and have a blast
Struggle drawing blood
Because a few of them collapsed
Then gold, red, gone
Now you know you can relax
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so
Tired of this shit
Wish I, wish I, wish I
Had the balls to fucking quit
But I don't, I don't, I don't
Have the time to be sick
And I don't have the time
To be waiting on this kid
Fucks he at man?
It aches me up
First thought every day
Always aw fuck
Why can't I still be asleep
Am I asking too much
And man I didn't even eat
How'm I bout to throw up
Better just grit my teeth
And choke it back down
And take my fucking feet
And put em on the ground, cuz
Look at me now
Ain't got no paper
My fucking legs hurt
I guess the day's work
Got be the same work I do every day
Rob, steal and hustle fucking just to get paid
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Just to get the cash
Run up, run up, run up
In the store with your mask
Shove a, shove a, shove a
Buncha shit down your pants
Then hustle hustle to the door
And do the fucking dash
Don't look, don't look back
Make sure and cover up your tracks
If you had the arms
Then you could shoot and have a blast
Muzzle, muzzle, muzzle, muz
If anybody asks
Gotta hustle, run and hustle, bud
And don't get too relaxed
Nothing can stand in my way
When my bones start to ache
I'ma do the same shit
That I do every day
Walk up in the same store
Go straight to the back case
Pick that motherfucker open
And take a buncha new games
And then I walk right out
I know they know my face
But the loss prevention
Well I guess they must be lazy
Maybe they just don't feel like
Getting off their ass to chase me
But I mean they'd probably get a raise
With all the shit that I've been taking
But I guess that's safety
Certainty, it's what I need
Yeah I've always got a way
That I know that I can bleed
And I've always got away
And I'll always get away
I don't ever get my way
Feels like a fair trade-
You know what's not a fair trade
When I go to the pawn shop
And the look on their faces say
You know we'll call the cops
You were here yesterday
Every day, you don't stop
There ain't much that we can pay
Maybe ten bucks a pop
Then that little hidden smirk
Pops out when I say sure
O I didn't think you'd take it
Whatever man, it works
I mean, my body hurts
I ain't got time to be patient
I spend every day living
On the wrong side of the equation
I ain't got no motivation
And I'm far past complacent
Now let me just make a call
And see how long I'll be waiting
Phone rings
Fuckin answer
Hello
What's up man
Whats up
Nothing, I'm just tryin to grab- like, a half
Where you at
Same spot as yesterday
Alright, be there in like. ten minutes
Bet
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Just to get the cash
Run up, run up, run up
To the car and cop some packs
Shove em, shove em, shove em
In the pockets of your pants
Then run and find
The closest fucking bathroom that you can
You don't, you don't, you don't
Gotta cover up your tracks
Pull yr, pull yr arms out
Shoot and have a blast
Struggle drawing blood
Because a few of them collapsed
Then gold, red, gone
Now you know you can relax
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so
Tired of this shit
Wish I, wish I, wish I
Had the balls to fucking quit
But I don't, I don't, I don't
Have the time to be sick
And I don't have the time
To be waiting on this kid
Fucks he at man?
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Writer(s): Christopher Irwin
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