Staying up late

Playing the game

I hustle night and day

I hustle my life away

Staying up late

Playing the game

I hustle night and day

I hustle my life away

Shouts to the chicks that are working a 9-5

I’m working a 9-6

Barely got time to write

Feel I’ve been working my life to bits

If I don’t put time aside

Then what does it matter if I can spit?

The kinda work ethic idolized

By everybody that likes the rich

I’m a survivalist

And i’ve been microchipped

Cuz how the hell can a sane person

Do this type of shit

Without the help of addy, percocets, or vicodin

And now my health is actually worse than how it might’ve been

A million rivals and they all look like my twin

Get em a knife and bet they’d try to skin me alive for rent

My humble opinion is that if I don’t get right my life will end

And I’m a dumb idiot not to decide the price that I will spend

So I pretend

To know why and when

Sit in my office, go to my home, and then arrive again

Picking my pockets, hoping a bone will be what I can get

Until I’m content

Or Till I regret

Staying up late

Playing the game

I hustle night and day

I hustle my life away

Staying up late

Playing the game

I hustle night and day

I hustle my life away

Pondering all the possibilities

Like what if I quit right now then walked right out the building would I feel relief or feel defeat?

What if they say they can raise my pay? Would it fulfill my needs?

And what if I make the same mistakes and waste my skills to be

Someone I’m not, someone that’s somewhat a fraud, someone officially

Stuck in a spot, youngin becoming a boss but I just feel complete

Numbers of shock, whenever juggling lots over the billions weeks

Running the job, now when I run it’s a jog and I can’t feel my knees

Trouble ahead, wish I could jump into bed, missin the pillow sheets

Fun isn’t meant for

Someone in debt

It bewilders me

Because a percentage of all the funds that I get

Don’t go into me

So what can be said? Luckily nothing I guess

Don’t know sympathy

So I suffer silently

Like a puppet tied to string

I can’t move my eyes to blink

And don’t use my mind to think

Expiring

I must continue to do what makes it so that

I can rap and I can sing

Which tonight would be

Staying up late

Playing the game

I hustle night and day

I hustle my life away

Staying up late

Playing the game

I hustle night and day

I hustle my life away

That’s how you play

That’s how you stay

In this Hustle night and day

You hustle your life away