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HUSTLE
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Hip-Hop/Rap
HUSTLE was released on July 30, 2025 by Family Over Money as a part of the album HUSTLE - Single
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Release DateJuly 30, 2025
LabelFamily Over Money
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abel Quinones
Abel Quinones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Quinones
Abel Quinones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joel Sánchez
Joel Sánchez
Producer

Lyrics

Aye, I'm gon build it brick by brick, ain't taking nun, I'd rather go and hustle
Really come from the slums, swear me and my momma had to struggle
Gon speak on my name, I won't say nun, just know that you in trouble
I got make it home to see my son, you play then I'm gon buss you
Should I cop a benz or Cadillac, I really can't decide
I can't get no sleep, I'm on a mission, I ain't ever tired
I got watch my back, I cannot trust, I'm sleeping with one eye
They gon hate like it's they job, they ain't get paid or ain't get hired
I been spending way too much, all with cash no paper trail
If I never see again, tell em make my pape with braille
Hoe you cannot have my heart, cus I'm in love with the scale
Lemon Cherry in my blunts, I love the taste when I inhale
If I go back I would do it all again, make no mistakes
Trapping on a Sunday, shop ain't Chick-fil-A, can't take off days
Tr6ble Corleone, I be paranoid, got close the drapes
Watch my drank, my cup be dirty, leather clean, ain't got no stain
Why they think this shit was easy, dawg we really had it hard
You can't get no love from me unless you been here from the start
Call me Mr take a chance, I can't trip just play my cards
Can't play by the rules, the way I'm moving, gotta play it smart, aye
Brick by brick, ain't taking nun, I'd rather go and hustle
Really come from the slums, swear me and my momma had to struggle
Gon speak on my name, I won't say nun, just know that you in trouble
I got make it home to see my son, you play then I'm gon buss you
Who they think they is, I don't know you, no we not familiar
Put em in the ground, feel like Mike Jack, my drac gon do the thriller
My bank was the mattress, keep a nine, it's tucked under my pillow
Once I'm gone, I'm gone, I can't be cloned, I'm gon be discontinued
Music be my hobby, I get in the booth, speak from the soul
If it's four of us up in that ride, it's twice as many poles
Fuck with us, I'm Shia LaBeouf, we just gon put you in a hole
I can't speak on everything, just know it's shit that goes untold
I can't fake it with nobody, ride with choppas not no Harley
Ride with drums and extra clips, could shoot a movie if we wanted
I hotbox the ride, I can't go anywhere if I ain't blunted
In this life it be survival of the fittest, can't be hunted
Shit don't happen over night, it ain't that simple, gotta do the work
I need me a trillion, fuck a million, need 10 for a verse
I can't go back broke again, I swear our pockets used to hurt
All them days we ain't have nun now I just wanna splurge, aye
Brick by brick, ain't taking nun, I'd rather go and hustle
Really come from the slums, swear me and my momma had to struggle
Gon speak on my name, I won't say nun, just know that you in trouble
I got make it home to see my son, you play then I'm gon buss you, aye
Written by: Abel Quinones
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