Hustle Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
I was just— Goddamn— Um, I was just sittin' in here
Early in the mornin', it was like ten
And I was talkin' to my wife (Euphoric, this you?)
And I was just sittin' there sayin' to myself (D-Roc)
And I was like
[Chorus]
Ooh, I can't go like that, I can't lose
And I done made it where I'm at from pistol swervin' in coupes
And I done been through so much pain, I can't patch up my bruise
I'm gon' drop me a mixtape and an album
I'm gon' get high as f*ck in the Phantom
I'm gon' mix it up with my brothers
Tell your mama, said that I love her
I'm gettin' rich on these motherf*ckers
And I'm gon' ball all the way, go and tell my grandfather I'm hustlin'
Tell them people that I make millions, you ain't even gotta tell 'em that I bust 'em
[Verse]
Go tell 'em I came up, had nothin', just had faith in my plan
Go tell 'em I come with no notice, they know that I'm chosen, don't know it bitch, I'm the man
Grandma died, I lost my hand and lost my love and all I needed
Go tell 'em I cash out on coupes
I remember ridin' 'round in that Camry with KD, we hop out and ready to shoot
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That nigga shot 3Three, I popped at his top and I knocked off his lil' brother too
And I f*ck with lil' shorty and I trust in lil' shorty, I add me one more to the group
Try to hide from the camera, they caught me on boot
My suit is Fendi, not wearin' no tie, Cartier on my eye and Givenchy my shoe
Takin' a bitch from up out of the ride, just a matter of time 'fore I buy her one new
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