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Hustla

Hip-Hop/Rap

Hustla was released on January 31, 2024 by POVERTY LLC as a part of the album 96 Degrees

Song Details

Album96 Degrees

Release DateJanuary 31, 2024

LabelPOVERTY LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM67

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Zuri

Performer

Troy Jones

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Esco

Composer, Arranger

Zuri

Lyrics

Troy Jones

Songwriter

Edward Bowden

Songwriter

Azzuri Fleming

Songwriter

Drae Little

Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Esco

Producer

Michael Millions

Michael Millions

Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Aye (x9)

Aye Sco

Mama raised a hustla (know all about it)

Mama raised a hustla (what’s in ya wallet?)

Bitch you just a customer (come get ya fix)

Bitch you just a customer (come get ya fix)

(x2)

Aye (x5)

Too real to fake the funk

We come from a place where most **** don’t usually make it from

Mad open cases no faces some don’t even get to run

Live for the gun, die by it, abide by it, cry about it of course

Lie about it in court

Ain’t nothing crooked or cookin this shit without lookin

Pullin my pants to my bossom momma gone holla regardless

Devil wore Prada I probably never a know

Clever as ever and still I fell for a hoe

Oh lord, oh lord

Oh here we go ahead

Strollin and snuck the blama in

On the stage doing the hammer dance

Gang, gang I’m a family man

Twisting my fingers bitch it’s Virginia

Jump, jump, jump

From this angle don’t look like it’s dangerous

Jump, jump, jump

On my momma bitch no we ain’t strangers

Jump, jump, jump

On my momma bitch know I’m bout paper

Mama raised a hustla (know all about it)

Mama raised a hustla (what’s in ya wallet?)

Bitch you just a customer (come get ya fix)

Bitch you just a customer (come get ya fix)

(x2)

All I-I-I-I-I care about out i-i-is the Benjamins

I-I-I-I-I don’t give a fuck bout the shenanigans

Peter Piper pack a pistol popped a pig and papped off with the pots and pans

Bitch I’m needing lots of bands, bands, bands

Mama raised a hustla (know all about it)

Mama raised a hustla (what’s in ya wallet?)

Bitch you just a customer (come get ya fix)

Bitch you just a customer (come get ya fix)

Uh

Now you can slide to the county where the trees at

Or Southside right around where I be at

In Highland Park HP, and the East or the Northside

Where they get down in the streets like it’s wartime

And if you going round the Ward huh

You better off wit a tour guide

Packing like 4-6-4-5

Young **** shoot hollow tips make em so high

Hood politics got the kids sitting courtside

I don’t really understand it

Comprehension ain’t much really wit it

Y’all **** got guns and extensions

Way I move y’all gone dump at any minute

I can’t fake it cause then in the end it’s bout getting them Benjamins

But you best pack you a vest if you visiting

I’m from the Rich representing in Timbalands

Spinning and spinning until it gets dizzying

I gotta pick you for picking this shit apart

I wish this from a different cloth

Common sense like a **** den tripped and had went abroad

And my image resembling stars

Lot of facades

I got **** really itching to spar

I know **** that’ll empty in broad

Right by the po’s

Knockin them off then its alhamdulillah

Shit I got a calmness

Ducking and tucking from conflict

In the Commonwealth moving with caution

Cause **** be flossin and flauntin

That’s just to get tucked in a coffin yea

Either way we bout countin them dollars yea

I’m a hustla shoutout to my momma yea

Knock a bitch out the frame with my Cartiers

We get that bag I ain’t talking no concierge

Written by: Azzuri Fleming, Edward Bowden, Esco, Troy Jones, Zuri

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