Hustle Hearted

I'ma hustle till my heart stop
I'ma hustle till my heart stop
I'ma hustle till my heart stop
Ima hustle till my heart stop

All I wanna do is make it out,
I'm strictly bout the profit, ain't no way that I can dothis for the clout,
Tied to the trill fam you would think gelato mouse
But I never run my mouth get em in and get em out
Really from the flo they know I'm having bigger dream
Niggaa what's your point of living if you ain't chasing Benji
Show me my opponent, it's that Fraser at the weigh in
I'm still getting that weight in
Something like a milli up just waiting on my payments
Was born in the jets, I mean straight up out the pavement
Watch them crackers work my momma so I had to hustle daily
Made a promise to myself that I was done with all that taking
If I fall today I'm going straight to the basics
Everything I drop, be straight dope like I laced it
One favor, if you rapping in my city, won't you name one niggaa who made it
Shit, I'm the savior, gotta chase that check to make it
Yea I know it's looking easy, but I swear this shit wasnt gravy

I'ma hustle till my heart stop
I'ma hustle till my heart stop
I'ma hustle till my heart stop
Ima hustle till my heart stop

Sorry if I slur, out them shrooms, it be getting hard to speak
Got two ears and one mouth, baby, listen more than you speak
Uh hear me out
Aint no time for no dates, I've been grinding all week
Sell dick before I go broke, bitch, it's value in my skeet
Aint no nigga like me, bought out 22 G's, got it all in the white tee
Yeah these fazos match my g
Ty told me they want my profit, got these bitches on my cheese
Rap about everything but B-roll, dawg, I swear that shit ain't p
Used to eat at Spam now every day is like a feast
They know I'm living godly, got these bitches on they knees
Begging dollar please

I'ma hustle till my heart stop
I'ma hustle till my heart stop
I'ma hustle till my heart stop
Ima hustle till my heart stop



Credits
Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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