Hustle Lyrics - Singles - Iam4ev3r

I ain't never been a snake, a bitch, or pussy nigga 

a police, the cops, the feds, no that ain't in me nigga 

I've been known to keep that thang, I'm talkin' semi nigga, I ain't playin' wit cha 

Take this beef shit sacred like a Indi nigga. 

What you think that red dot for? 

Praise due this my ghetto nigga gospel 

When I speak, it's just like God spoke 

I walk a path that only I know. 

Ain't no death around that corner 

It's been death all on that corner, 

selling crack, heroin, and ganja 

And they say "I kill my people" 

Don't recall holding it to you or force feedin' 

But this just to feed my peoples 

Look, but you won't find no equal! 

This just a prequel 

Get this money, I'mma teach you 

I ain't gotta sell you hope, lies, or mislead you 

For real, I need you 

If I didn't, I'd probably be you 

You don't feel me 

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Chorus: 

(Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle) 

See we hustle, stack, and lay low 

(I just got that hustle in me) 

That's until I catch this payload 

I'm ballin', sellin' ya-yo 

It be gone before a day old 

You triple what you pay for 

Buy in bulk and sell it way more 

I do this every day though 

Burning up the interstate 

You know I hustle, stack, and lay low 

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They say I dead life 

It ain't safe around my way, you better tread light 

You know I'm bred right 

Don't wanna fuck I, just wanna see what her head like 

Then back to trying to get this bread right 

This the anthem for niggas livin' that fed life 

Get an example made out you, cash in that Met-life 

That's just for snoopin' thru my shit 

You know I chase this money every day, tryin' to get it 

Paper cuts from countin' every day, bitch get wit' it 

I've been on my grind like every way, you can fathom 

I been in these streets like Elway 

Quarterbackin'! 

I'm a certified hustler, grindin', stackin' these ends up 

Fuck how you started, my nigga, it's how you end up 

All I know is paper, it take it for you to spend up 

Get this money, Nigga you ain't gotta tell me twice 

Chorus: 

(Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle) 

You know I hustle, stack, and lay low 

(I just got that hustle in me) 

That's until I catch this payload 

I'm ballin', sellin' ya-yo 

It be gone before a day old 

You triple what you pay for 

Buy in bulk and sell it way more 

I do this every day though 

Burning up that interstate 

You know I hustle, stack, and lay low 

Real shit 

My homie once told me like, you ain't gotta be out here selling dope for 

real, because you could sell albums, you could do theses shows, you could do whatever the fuck you put your mind to because on the real you a hustler so you know that dope shit gonna always be there. You could always fall back on that. Why not put your hand into something else and see if you could do something out of that. Because that dope gonna always sell. Dope gon always muthafuckin' sell