Hustle
I was just a teen
Learning to survive
Going for the things I never had
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Life never quit will I ever slide
Remember I cried when my mama died
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Have been on the road tryna elevate
Hustle in the hood smoking, selling weed
In the day & nights seeking better days
Life or death
In this street
We gone celebrate
You can take me out the hood
But it lives in me
I dont see many people who believed in me
Got my heart so cold
Deep Freezing me
If you feel my pain
Be considered free
I know niggas in the hood tryna
Making millions
they in the hood scamming
Commerce going out control
The market world is crashing
Anyway & Everyday we bout to make this money
There is word on the news about a new money
Do you hear the news about a new money
I call it new fortune
When the fortune hit you
You gone loose control
I was just a teen
Learning to survive
Going for the things I never had
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Life never quit will I ever slide
Remember I cried when my mama died
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Dont kill my pleasure
Dont kill my pleasure
Pass the liquor
Whenever I remember
I gat a seizure
Going through so many things
I couldn't figure
Many times I lost my direction
Then I make a turn around In possession
Police chasing through the hood they couldn't keep up
When you make it out the hood, you cannot give up
Yeah I'm for win the right now
No be joke
Came up from beneath
Hustle never stop
When I make it to the top
All my folks gonna ball
Thief like robin
Here I'm claiming my spot
Dont tell me how to feel
My feelings been hurt
Since 17 outside all alone
Street life dangerous
Feel like I'm high on some Ange's dust
Feels like I'm high on some Ange's dust
I was just a teen
Learning to survive
Going for the things I never had
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Life never quit will I ever slide
Remember I cried when my mama died
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Learning to survive
Going for the things I never had
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Life never quit will I ever slide
Remember I cried when my mama died
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Have been on the road tryna elevate
Hustle in the hood smoking, selling weed
In the day & nights seeking better days
Life or death
In this street
We gone celebrate
You can take me out the hood
But it lives in me
I dont see many people who believed in me
Got my heart so cold
Deep Freezing me
If you feel my pain
Be considered free
I know niggas in the hood tryna
Making millions
they in the hood scamming
Commerce going out control
The market world is crashing
Anyway & Everyday we bout to make this money
There is word on the news about a new money
Do you hear the news about a new money
I call it new fortune
When the fortune hit you
You gone loose control
I was just a teen
Learning to survive
Going for the things I never had
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Life never quit will I ever slide
Remember I cried when my mama died
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Dont kill my pleasure
Dont kill my pleasure
Pass the liquor
Whenever I remember
I gat a seizure
Going through so many things
I couldn't figure
Many times I lost my direction
Then I make a turn around In possession
Police chasing through the hood they couldn't keep up
When you make it out the hood, you cannot give up
Yeah I'm for win the right now
No be joke
Came up from beneath
Hustle never stop
When I make it to the top
All my folks gonna ball
Thief like robin
Here I'm claiming my spot
Dont tell me how to feel
My feelings been hurt
Since 17 outside all alone
Street life dangerous
Feel like I'm high on some Ange's dust
Feels like I'm high on some Ange's dust
I was just a teen
Learning to survive
Going for the things I never had
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Life never quit will I ever slide
Remember I cried when my mama died
Hustle put my pain away
For the hustle I put my pen to wake
Credits
Writer(s): Abiola Makanjuola
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