Track 3392/1Hustle Anthem

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I gotta watch for these boppers They try and slow me up and have me stop at my profit Or end my whole career like I ain't get chances to start shit I'm sick of this whole game and I'm nauseous I'm dummy lit, my hustle is thriving Even with your bullshit, you can't stop this I see people watching That's why I got 'em kick rockin' Just when you thought I was boxed in, damn I gotta watch for these coppers They try and snatch me up and have me locked in these boxes I'm out here on my hustle to give mine some more options But they just want me at bay like I'm watchin', yeah Why must you take me to God's den? I don't need the attention, I'm poppin' I guess it's God's plan to stack up all his money, I'm God's man He threw me the lob and I'm all in, yeah Hustle pride, two, four, seven Three, six, five, get this work 'Bout this life, gotta get it Hustle pride, two, four, seven Three, six, five, get this work 'Bout this life, gotta get it Hustle pride, two, four, seven Three, six, five, gotta get this work 'Bout this life, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Green on my mind, I got dollar vision Hustle like I never had a pot to piss in Money dirty, but I'm clean, boy, let's ease the tension A lot of haters in the air 'cause they can't see the vision If they see it, they won't execute it, they can't see the entrance For me, I'm standin' on top of the buildin' Hustle just to own it, I won't trip if I fall through the ceilin' You shouldn't trip if you slip up and you say that you feelin' He might just toss you a check and help you help out your children Or help you check on your people while they restin' and chillin' They protectin' they piece while your connect is the villain Damn, but you gotta connect with the villain To get your work out in the streets and then flex for the children Ha, and then show 'em they can do it I'm proud of you, baby, now it's time to get to it Hustle grind, two, four, seven Three, six, five Get this work out this line Gotta get it Hustle grind, two, four, seven Three, six, five Get this work out this line Gotta get it Hustle grind, two, four, seven Three, six, five Get this work out this line Gotta get it Hustle grind, two, four, seven Three, six, five Get this work out this line Gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Green on my mind, I got olive vision I see niggas politickin', spend fifty thousand like my wallet missin' Then double back and double up, lil' bitch, the sauce is drippin' That boy colder than shit, that boy doper than Coca-Cut on the fold of a lip That boy told you not to sleep on him, he holdin' a brick That boy told you not to sleep on him, he roll with it, look I got platoons of goons for you, make moves for you Many moons of tombs, they could make room for you If you slip up, call yourself makin' big bucks You got to slim up, get your neck tucked or end up Six feet deep with your mens, bruh, you enter You exit, then what? Yeah And the police'll come to a slow creep If they see us posted on the corner four deep Where I'm from, the streets get no sleep And the block is rammed by old heads, big dawgs and OGs Niggas cops with us to grow trees, Rollies I ain't never hit it, I'm low-key, this is so neat Check it, niggas live for the record I was tryna voice the way I live to sell records I was goin' head over heels to old records While all my block niggas held me down, no question So I could hustle, real hard for 'em Mm, got you