Hustle Mode (feat. Pablo Villarreal)

Look, I love how often people mad at me For always staying busy, not visiting the family For always being picky, and busy with the strategy I don't have time to chill, or that basic ass mentality I swear I'm bout my business you can catch me on the come up My body got no limits so I'm writing 'til the sun up I live behind the bars I might as well just have the gun up And fire a couple shots that I would later have to dumb up, but Fuck that, I hang on my own Popped Gary Vee on TV now I'm back in my zone Copped every delivery like down on my phone It's like therapy and mentally I'm bad to the bone Cuz, I been working I been hustling for years now Working on my penmanship and humbling my peers down Working on myself, while funnelling my fears down While they are bar-hopping puzzling the beers out I might be wrong, but this is my confession My heads about to pop if I don't drop this conversation Now, I hate fake people, that get legal With all the immigrants talking about we ain't equal We ain't the same people, say the same people That taking aim, they be praying we remain illegal But, being an immigrant sucks Stereotyping is crazy man the president is nuts The rest of us "bums", hated even resident ones Be scared, of dealing with the public's arrogant tongues Irrelevant punks, tweeting malevolent chunks On the internet, they soulless if they ain't hesitate once But now they cold-hearted, if they truly believe That we are different, lower or a ignorant breed That we are drug dealers, and bad illiterate thieves If that's the case, no games we on different leagues But I'mma, fuck that, I hang on my own Popped Gary Vee on TV now I'm back in my zone Copped every delivery like down on my phone It's like therapy and mentally I'm bad to the bone Cuz, I been working I been hustling for years now Working on my penmanship and humbling my peers down Working on myself, while funnelling my fears down While they are bar-hopping puzzling the beers out But I'm an immigrant, born of an immigrant Born to be hated for me torn like a ligament Voice my opinion, it's wrong to the internet Cuz I intellectually murdered a million And I don't give a fuck about political news I'll offend everybody with traditional views The typical crews, that use their brains with minimal use If you need help seeing the truth, I got miracle juice And I don't give a fuck about political news I'll offend everybody with traditional views The typical crews, that use their brains with minimal use If you need help seeing the truth, I got miracle juice And God damn, I intend to use it The fluids in the bars, the bars up in the music They rooted in my scars but I'm freeing them now Inner demons shout, doubt, but I'm letting them out Screw the family that's mad at me and passive Screw the faculty my sanity is captive Screw the strategy my agony is massive Screw the fantasy my happy tree in ashes Screw the, anti-immigrant wall This topic's intimate, so it made the internet fall We being vigilant, but created militant war If everyone bad, what the fuck is innocent for But now, anyone that stands up, faces heat bro Probably a thug with bandanas and his seat low Or probably a smug kid about to let the heat go Or probably a dude getting murdered like he meek Bro fuck that political game Man, I'm in it for awareness, not that typical fame A real writer, addressing visible pain Now I found a badass medium through digital frames Fuck that, I hang on my own Popped Gary Vee on TV now I'm back in my zone Copped every delivery like down on my phone It's like therapy and mentally I'm bad to the bone Cuz, I been working I been hustling for years now Working on my penmanship and humbling my peers down Working on myself, while funnelling my fears down While they are bar-hopping puzzling the beers out