Hustle-Hard.wav
The realest nigga you've ever seen
Sittin on the beach callin killas in Medellin
So fresh so clean
Wouldn't last a day in my sneaks
That's why you quiet when I breathe
Consistent religion listen to the silence before I speak
I'm the most high
Prophet and savior in all these hoes eyes
Solely stacking my paper lettin my phone die
And I don't lie
Been makin this journey all on my own time
And it makes me wonder what pops would say
About all these dope rhymes It's show time
It's show time nigga
Remember days chillin in the 2001 Honda Civic
Niggas bustin swerves like it wasn't nobodies business
Just calm yo nerves and don't let 'em know where we be chillin
Fillin magazine's
Fuckin groupies
Makin money
Movie scenes
Sleeping at the Dairy Queen
These niggas been trynna bury me
But I'm comin back different
I'm comin' back harder
They ain't heard shit like this since they first heard of Sean Carter
Started out in a shed in the backyard makin music
Flippin' packs promising mama we gon do this
On our way to the top of the pillar hope we don't loose it
Now you know we been trynna ball like Mike hoping the shoe fits
Cause at the end of the day
It's all about the music
How you express emotion
Get through all the bitches and the money
And focus on the core product
Cue the drums nigga
Sittin on the beach callin killas in Medellin
So fresh so clean
Wouldn't last a day in my sneaks
That's why you quiet when I breathe
Consistent religion listen to the silence before I speak
I'm the most high
Prophet and savior in all these hoes eyes
Solely stacking my paper lettin my phone die
And I don't lie
Been makin this journey all on my own time
And it makes me wonder what pops would say
About all these dope rhymes It's show time
It's show time nigga
Remember days chillin in the 2001 Honda Civic
Niggas bustin swerves like it wasn't nobodies business
Just calm yo nerves and don't let 'em know where we be chillin
Fillin magazine's
Fuckin groupies
Makin money
Movie scenes
Sleeping at the Dairy Queen
These niggas been trynna bury me
But I'm comin back different
I'm comin' back harder
They ain't heard shit like this since they first heard of Sean Carter
Started out in a shed in the backyard makin music
Flippin' packs promising mama we gon do this
On our way to the top of the pillar hope we don't loose it
Now you know we been trynna ball like Mike hoping the shoe fits
Cause at the end of the day
It's all about the music
How you express emotion
Get through all the bitches and the money
And focus on the core product
Cue the drums nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Santiago Rosas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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