Laws — Hustle

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They wanna knock my hustle, that’s my million dollar baby
I use my mental muscle like I’m Russell in the 80’s
You can bet I’m crazy, I’m a savage from my check
I knew bitch got her ex-nigga tatted on her neck

But she rata-tat, tat ‘em till they whack
She told me fuck a hater, middle finger to the death, to the left
Call me money making Mitch and my money getting rich
I put them dummies in your tummy if you running with a snitch

They wanna knock my Nino, De Niro, Pachino
Take down what I’ve built and blow up my casinos
I’m knocking where the talcum be, X, I’m like Malcolm be
Higher than a balcony with a jump off, finna jump off and touch a falcon wing

You hustle small, you’re at a amidst
My hustle tall, Bill Russell and I’m very adamant
Hustle in, hustle out, duffles in, duffles out
Blood stains in the back seat, gotta buff ‘em out

Gotta get it, get it till it’s all gone
Believe me when I say that it’s on, you can’t knock the hustle
You get it in, I’m the one you call on
Moving through the night till it’s done, you can’t knock the hustle

Every day and night, it’s hustle, only way to life is hustle
Say what you want about me but you can’t knock the hustle
Every day and night, it’s hustle, only way to life is hustle
Say what you want about me but you can’t knock the hustle

Used to think that I could get my deal and let my dollars circulate
Sort of rise and fall, then I realized that it ain’t worth the hate
Now I’m treating hate like the raven, never more
I work my fingers to the bone, Skeletor

I pick the mic up and settle scores and my fans like the tee birds
They singing tell me more, tell me more
As soon I enter the door, I say you’ll never get me a tour
Listen, I’m getting five bill, real recognize real like I feel like I been here
before

I’m a worker but call me the boss, gully of course
If you are claiming, don’t tuck in your bling
We’ll recycle the chain, now hustle the cross
Toughen up dog, another hit single, you buy one again

This is a stick up dedicated to all the broke rappers sitting five in the pen
Trying to win, if you pop a city, we’ll let you rebuild and we riot again
Don’t try to compete, just admire the man
We kinda wake up right at nine A. M, then hustle our products till nine P. M

And write the whole night about our obvious struggle
It’s not a secret y’all got in some trouble
Letting the young in the height of this rumble, start knocking the hustle