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Hustle
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Hustle was released on October 25, 2024 by SeaStorm as a part of the album Old Soul New Conscience
October 25, 2024
LabelSeaStorm
LanguageEnglish
BPM
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Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
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Lyrics

I'm the type of motherf*cker
That gotta have my own
I got to hustle for my own
It aint about milking off the next man
That's a motherf*cking hoe
I'm a motherf*cking pimp
That's a sucker
I'm a hustler
I'm finna come up
Ima get my own sack
Took what little bit he gave me
And doubled up
And doubled up
And I been doubling since
I don't want to be nobody's worker all my life
I want my own motherf*cking kilo
I tell my nig*as that they God's chosen
Although they sea (c) walk
Send head shots
That split waves like Moses
Ironic that the sea red as the flags on my ho*s is
He ask me how I get so frozen
Sh*t
I'm so ahead of time
I read my own history lesson
Then reminisced on the present of me pressed with
Bad habits from adolescence
I roll it up when I'm stressin
Hoping I make it
And I aint got the cake yet
But I know that sh*t is baking
And these
Hip Hop pigs building cases on my brothers
They pulled up undercover
Tented Honda
Acting like the opps
Hoping he run up with a gun up
Invigorate them trauma responses
From one of them come ups
Where it's shoot first and you gone
He would say that in his songs
But he think his vocab aint too strong
It don't help that the teachers would call us dumb
As if we don't conjugate every word with ancestral tongue
Mama's couch where we hung
It's better than outside where its fun
Until the street lights
Spot light
The field and the action
Every score the other team clappin
Get back and
Lights flashing
Stolen V's crackin
Oppression
For protection
Explain why my ni*gas packing and sh*t
I said you can't know the hustle baby
I been grinding all my life
Put in that muscle baby
I keep that sh*t on my side
No I can't tussle baby
And I still want you to ride
But I can't love you baby
Bout that hustle baby
Said you can't know the hustle baby
I been grinding all my life
Put in that muscle baby
I keep that sh*t on my side
No I can't tussle baby
And I still want you to ride
But I can't love you baby
Bout that hustle baby
Bout that hustle baby
Been feeling myself like a bad nun
I been flossing like dentals
Spitting like I have none
They got they hands in the air
Like when the cab come
The G43 hold six packs
You don't want to get your abs done
Charged up this is battery
Killing sh*t and ducking the lawsuit cases
Like they were traveling
No basketball penalty
Keep my enemies
Closer than the friends of me
The two cross over soon as they envy me
Don't make me have to gon and make the forcing cone
Yak like Hennessy
I can't show no sympathy
A sin to me
Took my kindness for weakness
I worked it out
Now I'm stronger
Fell in love with a player
He don't know I'm playing harder
Bae I'm sorry
They know
I'm the best it got them mad and (madden) sh*t
Like Football
PS for (four) your information
I'm about to blow
Just letting soot off
Spitting bars like a Xanax aint taste right
Tryna kick it with me you gon break a leg
Like they tell you when you tryna get past your stage fright
It's still free all the real ones out that cage right
But aint no free Mumia concert
Cuz he aint have the gang ties
That real sh*t just too militant
And Hip Hop love that ignorant sh*t
Conforming to the worst of the pigment
Can I blame a forced immigrant
I said you can't know the hustle baby
I been grinding all my life
Put in that muscle baby
I keep that sh*t on my side
No I can't tussle baby
And I still want you to ride
But I can't love you baby
Bout that hustle baby
Said you can't know the hustle baby
I been grinding all my life
Put in that muscle baby
I keep that sh*t on my side
No I can't tussle baby
And I still want you to ride
But I can't love you baby
Bout that hustle baby
Bout that hustle baby
Written by: Raina Simone Henderson
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