Hustla's Story Lyrics - Cozz

[Intro: Cozz] 

Woo! 

Shoutout my hustlers, I mean 

Everybody hustlers 

You feel me 

Look, look 

[Verse 1: Cozz] 

I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on 

Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home 

Tryna get in and out, get my double-double on 

This ain't my story that I'm singing my nigga, but this is another song 

This probably your uncle song 

Probably your big brother song 

Your father or your mother song 

I understand your circumstance so in your head there's nothing wrong 

How you could blame how you behave? 

If we paid and we ain't getting loans 

You don't know what's going on 

If you ain't live to see this shit I can't describe 

Taking chances so they survive 

This all happens just to take a life 

In the end it was all for bread 

And use the heat just to make it rise 

Not sure how to raise a daughter 

But they know to raise the price, so what you goin' through 

Tell a nigga what you going through 

I could probably relate 

I could probably be late 

And still be on time for you 

I could probably spit mind for ya 

If you don't wanna tell your story 

It's the same as yours, I hustle in the morning 

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[Chorus: Cozz] 

I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on 

Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home 

I understand your circumstance, so in their heads, there's nothing wrong 

But they don't know what's going on 

They don't know what's going on 

[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] 

Wake up 

I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry 

If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely 

If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely 

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[Verse 2: Cozz] 

Yeah you got your car, yeah you got your gold 

Your money don't fold but your mama is at home 

Fam don't want your dirty money 

You look clean, but your mama sad 

Your girl felt neglected, now your daughter got another dad 

Local block hustler, my father was a customer 

Mom's used to watch him buy his weed then she would cuss at him 

Only for the weed, he felt free from that subtle bust 

Moved back and it was primetime 

And now I'm on my prime time 

But hustler turned pimp, doe 

He was getting pimp dough 

Now only selling his dope 

But now he selling nympho's 

Not so cautious about how he sells 

Made his way to county jails 

Now he lonely in them cells 

How he feel 

It was probably hell 

He got out, but on that same shit 

I guess when you lawyer to yourself then you can't switch 

But how can you blame kid 

Don't know what he goin' through 

Cause hustle is his bread and butter 

He don't want any other fool 

[Chorus: Cozz] 

But I wake up, open up shop, get my hustle on 

Wake up early in the morn' 

Make a couple records, getting reckless on these records 

Til' these fuck niggas respect it 

Go and get it, make a difference 

Wake up with a new perspective, motherfucker 

[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] 

Wake up 

I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry 

If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely 

If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely 

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar] 

Justify the love of mine 

For life of crime, my life and times 

Is hard at times 

I fall a time, like all the time 

And then I dream for baller time 

And then the clock rewind, and I 

Wake up 

I know homie 

I know homie 

[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] 

Wake up 

I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry 

If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely 

If I gotta bring out with the streets I feel lonely 

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar] 

Justify the love of mine 

For life of crime, my life and times 

Is hard at times 

I fall a time, like all the time 

And then I dream for baller time 

And then the clock rewind, and I 

Wake up 

I know only 

I know only 

[Outro: Cozz & Kendrick Lamar] 

We ain't chose this type of living, it's what we gotta do 

Part of niggas hear us cripping and drop out of school 

Selling drugs or they pimping like prostitutes 

Living in a nightmare, [?] is what you gotta do 

Wake up 

[Outro Skit: Cozz] 

Hello? 

Rise and shine, nigga 

Bro, what you need, bro 

What you on nigga? You tryna hit up the mall? 

Hit up the mall? I got like five dollars 

And I know you broker than me bro so what you mean 

Yeah, that's why I said