Hu$tle Songtext
von Caskey

Ya all the shit i did for a dollar
I done hustle, i done stole, i done rob
Man fucking up a rapper not a problem
Ya i would talk about some bitches that i′m trying to get with dog
But i already got 'em
Somebody do me like Drake did Meek
They go missing
You will never hear about em


Im praying for your homie when they shot him
Dont go no where without em′
Thought somebody should of taught him
When there's blood on the leaves
It be looking like it's Autumn
I go Jordan, buy the ring
If i ain′t got ′em then i'm Golem
I′m a mother fucking problem
Flood the whole city when it's in barrels
I want enough gold to satisfy ten phaorahs
Rappers thinking they in style when they in′apparel
Fuck a bitch, me and money we in wedlock, it's serious
And about her i go red dot, period
They was running game so i put them at a dead stop
Now it′s just my day ones
Tighter than a dreadlock
Think they running up on one of us
Boy they best not
Serving out the nonsense
It ain't fucking with my conscience
Drinking til i'm unconscious

I was made to hustle
I was made to count big bags of cash with all of my brothers
I was made to hustle
I was taught how to get cash and count this shit like no other
I know how to hustle


This the dirt that gonna keep me enity
Moving quarter bags of the OG
Only care about the money
I ain′t really into stunting so i′m sitting lowkey
My homie told me
Don't even take a risk if you ain′t gonna share the whole thing
I'm one of the realest in my city
There′s a reason everybody know me
I keep it humble
But you a fraud trying to play hard
Call ya bluff, this ain't poker, we don′t play cards
The world is yours
Gotta find an outlet, plug it in, and then take charge
They tried to stop us now they sitting in the graveyard
I'm in the streets letting rhymes out the AR
Cause i do dumb shit when i tape bars
You don't see me rocking nothing if it ain′t ours
In love with fast money like i′m about to race cars

Tell the feds they can run up in my house
I don't gotta keep a thang in the couch
That′s my girl, made the 808 my spouse
When i fuck her it make everybody bounce
Told my homies, no time to waste, every second really counts
We got big deals now adays
I be losing money trying to serve an ounce
Getting it by all accounts
I'm saying we been at it for a long time
Feel like i′m sitting on a gold mine
Don't ask me why the label ain′t giving me no shine
Baby told me i don't need a cosign
Prove it when it's sho′time
Feel like i did this shit in no time
I was patient waiting for it to be go time
Now i got it, every play, i′m at the goal line
I'm about to score a touchdown and your hoe mine
Bitch don′t play about the money
Black Sheep 2 is here that shit is no longer coming
The streets was waiting i could feel the hunger
I'm back good as ever away from the slumber
Just give me a number, i came by to flood the whole summer
We serving up the nonsense
Drinking til i′m unconscious
It ain't fucking with my conscience
I was made to hustle