Love of the Hustle (feat. Trav)

(For the love of the hustle)

These **** levelin' up when they know the level is us

And if I buy a watch, I'll bust it or even bezel it up

They know my jeweler got a hell of a touch, uh

Make movies and even my trailers is tough, uh

Saw the boys when they was trollin' the truck, I got opps

Thought they was real, but they was tellin' on us, uh

Don't give a fuck, I got that celibate touch

Made a couple mil' off weed when they was mailin' it up

Rolls Royce truck with the suicide doors

She was 5' 10", without the shoes, 5' 4"

Penthouse, eatin' meals on high floors

My man took a hit, couple mil' in a dry war

I ball, John Wall, couple killers, they on-call, ah

Man, matters fact, scratch that

They probably wouldn't catch that

Probably couldn't see it, like, where the ruler got his patch at

Bust it all down, where the, where the latch at?

All my idols, they were false prophets

Talk about the plug, we ran off on the socket

Shit, they start talkin' war, we ran and brought some rockets

Let me chill here

They stay solo as shit, it ain't in no way sweet

Death gotta be free, 'Cause livin', it ain't cheap

(For the love of the hustle)

Do anything just to eat

Brick and a half got you feeling like you rich

Ay, ten toes to the G-code

Even then, stay loyal to your people

(For the love of the hustle)

Brick to the face like you Deebo

Now, you got to gather all them people

Now, you duckin' from the RICO

(For the love of the hustle)

Ten toes to the G-code

(For the love of the hustle)

Shit, millionaire minded, I should kill them with kindness

Instead I'm blowin' smoke as I'm fillin' my nine clip

Had to tell a ho that I'm still in my prime, bitch

Upstairs rollin' up, eatin' dinner at Prime, bitch

I would still choke a bitch out then give her the Heimlich

It's always gang, gang, I need my **** to shine with cuz

We're stuck up in the realest time

Yeah, I wore a camou band, Richard Mille for the time

Two hunnid bucks on a watch, **** would kill for the time

Every time I speak to my lawyer, I'm gettin' billed for the time, so

Tell her make it sweet 'Cause every word got a price on it

Should we cop furs in his and hers and what they write on them?

Maybach Benz, it never ends with the light on it

Off-white hoodie that say "off-white" on it

Grandma, please  don't put the beige off-white on it

Drive by blocks that I played all night on it

They stay solo as shit, it ain't in no way sweet

Death gotta be free, 'Cause livin', it ain't cheap

(For the love of the hustle)

Do anything just to eat

Brick and a half got you feeling like you rich

Uh, ten toes to the G-code

Even then, stay loyal to your people

(For the love of the hustle)

Brick to the face like you Deebo

Now, you got to gather all them people

Now, you duckin' from the RICO

(For the love of the hustle)

Ten toes to the G-code

(For the love of the hustle)