Hustla’s Story (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

Woo! Shoutout my hustlers, I mean Everybody hustlers You feel me Look, look I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home Tryna get in and out, get his double-double on This ain't my story that I'm singing my nigga, but this is another song This probably your uncle song Probably your big brother song Your father or your mother song I understand your circumstance so in your head there's nothing wrong How you could blame how we behave? If we paid and we ain't getting loans You don't know what's going on If you ain't live to see this shit I can't describe Taking chances so they survive This all happens just to take a life In the end it was all for bread And use the heat just to make it rise Not sure how to raise a daughter But they know to raise the price, so what you goin' through Tell a nigga what you going through I could probably relate I could probably be late And still be on time for you I could probably spit mind for ya If you don't wanna tell your story It's the same as yours, I hustle early in the morning I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home I understand your circumstance, so in their heads, there's nothing wrong But they don't know what's going on They don't know what's going on Wake up I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely Yeah you got your car, yeah you got your gold Your money don't fold but your mama still at home Fam don't want your dirty money You look clean, but your mother sad Your girl felt neglected, now your daughter got another dad Local block hustler, my father was a customer Mom's used to watch him buy his weed then she would cuss at him Only for the weed, he felt free from that subtle bust Moved back and it was primetime And now I'm on my prime time But hustler turned pimp, doe He was getting pimp dough Now only selling his dope But now he selling nympho's Not so cautious about how he sells Made his way to county jails Now he lonely in them cells How he feel It was probably hell He got out, but on that same shit I guess when you lawyer to yourself then you can't switch But how can you blame kid Don't know what he was goin' through Cause hustle is his bread and butter He don't want no other fool But I wake up, open up shop, get my hustle on Wake up early in the morn' Make a couple records, getting reckless on these records Til' these fuck niggas respect it Go and get it, make a difference Wake up with a new perspective, motherfucker Wake up I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely Justify the love of mine For life of crime, my life and times Is hard at times I fall a time, like all the time And then I dream for baller time And then the clock rewind, and I Wake up I know homie I know homie Wake up I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely Justify the love of mine For life of crime, my life and times Is hard at times I fall a time, like all the time And then I dream for baller time And then the clock rewind, and I Wake up I know only I know only We ain't chose this type of living, it's what we gotta do Part of niggas hear us cripping and drop out of school Selling drugs or they pimping like some prostitutes Living in a nightmare, Pinching is what you gotta do Wake up Hello? Rise and shine, nigga Bro, what you need, bro What you on nigga? You tryna hit up the mall? Hit up the mall? Nigga, I got like five dollars. I don't got no job And I know you broker than me bro so what you mean Yeah, that's why I said "hit up" the mall nigga what you talking about Get your ass up man, let's roll