Hustle

I done seen a lot of reruns and syndicated episodes Of homies using dope selling as a steppingstone I even had my feet lubricated, I mean wet Even though it's coded you related, my team set Several records in the underworld Sealed tight, wrap it up and send it on their girl These were the legendary, tales of November to February Sending Mary through the international, terminal I wonder what some of them earning now? I seen a couple turned to ballers and a couple others burning out It's yin and yang, you gone do a sentence for your gang None of them got they V pass everyday the same Homeys been talking bout getting back on that program Sit-ups, push ups, everyday a slow jam Staying prepared, cause everywhere is a clear date With fate, but the judge ain't giving a fair shake We hate hearing the truth and love spreading lies Manipulate women's minds and love spreading thighs Consider me a victim, nah fuck that Cuzz, I'm out to pimp the system dog you can trust that for real Make you wanna hustle Make you wanna ball Make you wanna hustle Make you wanna ball Make you wanna hustle Make you wanna ball Make you wanna hustle Make you wanna ball Motivated reminiscing, getting overrated We oughta talk about a way to get incorporated Shit got you thinking like you still a teen What up, with all that talking until it's done it's still a dream Shout out to all my homies on their way to bigger things Inspire me to get a little, woke up and had to read to get official This shit for you and me is beneficial Cause we can air it out, apparently without a tissue What I'm speaking on, need 50 seconds in a deeper song Some wiggle room, a can of micky's and I'll leave a bomb Be in the cutty part of town so I can detonate it Keep all that hateful energy away and separated I'm tryna take the elevator to the suite By doing something hella innovative and unique But you j-cats, wanna see me lying in the street Over concrete, and under a white sheet But I won't have it, I spread game like a ted talk Little boy blue, bout to smoke you with a red hawk That's preservation of delf, we tend to bust quick On any suckas and marks who on that tough shit I'm fortified, my click is the rawest on the rise Whether you know me as Uce, or slo of fortilive I put it down whenever I see a mic around Gimme a pen, I burn this muthafucka to the ground Make you wanna hustle Make you wanna ball Make you wanna hustle Make you wanna ball Make you wanna hustle Make you wanna ball Make you wanna hustle Make you wanna ball