Uh, uh
Talk to 'em
It's what hustler's do
This is a hustler's song
This hustle's gone
Let me tell you what this fellow like
Caught somewhere between stop and go like yellow lights (uh, uh)
Hustler so I gotta get it mellow right
Down the block, round the clock, bezel like
I roll like cherry red Jell-O dice
It's Was, just the pot callin' the kettle white
It's hot, just the block callin' the ghetto wife
This Paul McCain is my ball and chain, mi amor
Hopefully I won't fall and hang
Like pictures on the walls of halls of famе
It's just a boy man, look what it all became
Good 'n all, but look at what all remains
All thе flaws and things
Marks from all the claws and fangs
The remarks from all of y'all that changed
The bustin' back at all y'all I trained
Apologizing to all of y'all I blame
This is a hustler's due
And you ain't did it til' a hustler's do
And you ain't know it til' a hustler's knew
And you ain't done til' a hustler's through
I'm a customer too, this what hustler's do
And you ain't seen it til' you seen it from a hustler's view
Open your eyes, this a hustler's song
God forgive if this hustle is wrong
It's bigger things so we Cosa Nos'
Striving to be number one til' I overdose
I speak it now with a number tongue or the throat
Youngest son runnin' from older quotes
Thou shall not sin, thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
Thou shall not turn your back on those in need
I try to flip, but this government switch
Keeps me at this chosen speed
I'm just a rose in weeds
And I rolls with reasons to stay on this road I lead
Til' I leave with what I sow, my sole in these
Leave my son with the sum of what I sold in deeds
I'm foldin' y'all, probably headed for the pin like bowling balls
Kept it directed at the pen and wrote it for y'all
This is a hustler's due
And you ain't did it til' a hustler's do
And you ain't know it til' a hustler's knew
And you ain't done til' a hustler's through
I'm a customer too, this what hustler's do
And you ain't seen it til' you seen it from a hustler's view
Open your eyes, this a hustler's song
God forgive if this hustle is wrong
It takes a lot of patience when you takin' it on
A lot of pacin', a lot of makin' it known
I ain't the nigga that be placin' it on
I was the king of this city, now they replacing the throne
I know it's a lot of hatin' waitin' at home
And she ain't waitin' you can hear the bass in her tone
Like she can't make it alone, a broken home
And she the brace for the bone
All this from just embracin' the phone
A lot of ballin' up letters, a lot of erasin' the poems
A lot of comin' to grips with the fact that you gon' be facin' alone
All this time, all this time you was wrong
You know whatever happens I got you
And when whatever happened to happen
They was happy to drop you
No letters and shoes, no cheddar
Your mom sold sweaters, she feels no better
This is a hustler's due
And you ain't did it til' a hustler's do
And you ain't know it til' a hustler's knew
And you ain't done til' a hustler's through
I'm a customer too, this what hustler's do
And you ain't seen it til' you seen it from a hustler's view
Open your eyes, this a hustler's song
God forgive if this hustle is wrong
