Hustle

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Jesse Janari

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Good God I mean almighty, why you keep the flow litty? (Why?)
Why you showing me the world, why you take me out the city? (Why?)
Why you take my pops from me, what you mean push to limit? (Why?)
No don't say I do not get it (why?), used to cut the record with the internal mic I made the booth out of linen (Why?), that's how my n****s is winnin' (why?)
That's how I stay on the top, put the okay on the drop (yeah, listen to me)
N*****s die a lot, n*****s lie a lot, I just tune into the views
I ain't have a lot, now I got a lot, you ain't got nothin' to lose
Couple days I used to under eat, chefin' up the ramen noo
Nowadays if I really want it, they gonna go cut up the goose
They don't see it how I really see it, you know life through the Ray-bans 
Booked in for the lifestyle, me and my n****s done made plans
Smoked up by the OZ, this is life as a made man
Had to be humble to get here, then turn to a shark in the playpen
Play fair, you can play dead, n***a don't this shit look like a war?
Young n****s gettin' rich, we got old n****s goin' poor
Compete against me and my n****s, see we ain't never goin' broke
We don't know about y'all, but we really hope so

Hustle all of my life, 'bout time that I get here
Hustle all of my life, 'bout time that I get here
Hustle all of my life, 'bout time that I get here
Hustle all of my life, 'bout time that I get here (Hustle all of my life)

Excuse my demeanor, landed in London and hopped in a beamer
I get the money then drop the subpoena 
How the f*ck I go from workin' at Ralph's, now a n***a 'bout to sell out arenas
Boy I really wanted all of these hoes, now I wake up with a Pam and a Gina
Big n***a but I feel like a demon, show her stones like she ain't never seen it
What's the motive, do I have to have reason? Get to cookin, spice it up with the seasoning
Winter time, they ain't know that's my season, now she want it 'cause she really believe it
Loyal n****s, they'll kill you with treason, lil n****s kill it up for no reason
Put 150 all on the top, I got n****s who will kill you for thieving
Boy I had to hustle all of my life, my daddy died without none in the bank
Couple pictures I can never repaint, couple people I can never re-thank
Couple links I can never relink, and I put that shit on everything
Black swan, smokin' Hillary Swank, all net when I walk in the bank
All was in love with some old hoes, nowadays them bitches so-so
Nowadays that shit a no go, and yo baby daddy so broke
Why we talkin' about the old me, you know the new shit is better
Fonduin' with the cheddar, fonduin' come forever

Hustle all of my life, 'bout time that I get here
Hustle all of my life, 'bout time that I get here
Hustle all of my life, 'bout time that I get here
Hustle all of my life, 'bout time that I get here

Hustle all of my life

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