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Hustle N Life
by 4Mat B
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Yeah
baby babe where you were
C'mon c'mon C'mon c'mon Aha
I'm hustlin' every day, tryna get more money
Life's tough, never mind, im grinding every morning
Blood in my eyes, money sweet like honey
Chasin' all dreams, my goals and my ambition
I got my eyes on the goal, cos I have a mission
More money, more honey, when you nail the game
No pain no gain, what the elders say
I realize no choice but to play the game
Never blame anyone for misery
So I got double up, tryna spread the love
With my little hommies always by my side
So I dedicate this one to every niggaz in the hood
Where the struggles and pain is never understood
To those that passed and passed on in the struggles
To every single mother in the house
Raising all the kids all alone
In this stormy journey, where our dreams collide
We battle every day, ridding in the tides
Through the ups and downs, we never choose to side
In this hood, we stand strong, fighting side by side
To the fallen soldiers, may your soul rest in peace
Your lovely memory in our heart'll never cease exist
As we keep on striving for that inner peace
I'd rather choose to hustle, rise and conquer the rubble
Never drain in my struggle, respect the code, it's subtle
Let me handle the trouble, never fumble or tussle
Nobody play with my money, I show the love to my homie
I'd rather choose to hustle, rise and conquer the rubble
Never drain in my struggle, respect the code, it's subtle
Let me handle the trouble, never fumble or tussle
Nobody play with my money, I show the love to my homie
Stop the jealousy and envy,
From the corner to the blocks, where the stories unfold
We're Brothers and sisters with the hearts of gold
Rising above the odds, let the truth be told
We're resilient and strong, that's a fact to book
We're in this hood where our stories are sold
The highest bidder win the race on mutherfucking Snitchas
They always want ditch us cos they are jealous bitching us
On the things we got but the
Blessings from God will never cease to end
Wheres the humanity
Hustle show more love, I guess you know
Fuck the fake love, everywhere you go
Real homie makes you feel good no matter what you do
Yeah
Real homie makes you feel good no matter what you do
I'd rather choose to hustle, rise and conquer the rubble
Never drain in my struggle, respect the code, it's subtle
Let me handle the trouble, never fumble or tussle
Nobody play with my money, I show the love to my homie
I'd rather choose to hustle, rise and conquer the rubble
Never drain in my struggle, respect the code, it's subtle
Let me handle the trouble, never fumble or tussle
Nobody play with my money, I show the love to my homie
Yeah
You know sometimes
I just want to be alone
Wanna think about my life
Yeah
baby babe where you were
C'mon c'mon C'mon c'mon Aha
I'm hustlin' every day, tryna get more money
Life's tough, never mind, im grinding every morning
Blood in my eyes, money sweet like honey
Chasin' all dreams, my goals and my ambition
I got my eyes on the goal, cos I have a mission
More money, more honey, when you nail the game
No pain no gain, what the elders say
I realize no choice but to play the game
Never blame anyone for misery
So I got double up, tryna spread the love
With my little hommies always by my side
So I dedicate this one to every niggaz in the hood
Where the struggles and pain is never understood
To those that passed and passed on in the struggles
To every single mother in the house
Raising all the kids all alone
In this stormy journey, where our dreams collide
We battle every day, ridding in the tides
Through the ups and downs, we never choose to side
In this hood, we stand strong, fighting side by side
To the fallen soldiers, may your soul rest in peace
Your lovely memory in our heart'll never cease exist
As we keep on striving for that inner peace
I'd rather choose to hustle, rise and conquer the rubble
Never drain in my struggle, respect the code, it's subtle
Let me handle the trouble, never fumble or tussle
Nobody play with my money, I show the love to my homie
I'd rather choose to hustle, rise and conquer the rubble
Never drain in my struggle, respect the code, it's subtle
Let me handle the trouble, never fumble or tussle
Nobody play with my money, I show the love to my homie
Stop the jealousy and envy,
From the corner to the blocks, where the stories unfold
We're Brothers and sisters with the hearts of gold
Rising above the odds, let the truth be told
We're resilient and strong, that's a fact to book
We're in this hood where our stories are sold
The highest bidder win the race on mutherfucking Snitchas
They always want ditch us cos they are jealous bitching us
On the things we got but the
Blessings from God will never cease to end
Wheres the humanity
Hustle show more love, I guess you know
Fuck the fake love, everywhere you go
Real homie makes you feel good no matter what you do
Yeah
Real homie makes you feel good no matter what you do
I'd rather choose to hustle, rise and conquer the rubble
Never drain in my struggle, respect the code, it's subtle
Let me handle the trouble, never fumble or tussle
Nobody play with my money, I show the love to my homie
I'd rather choose to hustle, rise and conquer the rubble
Never drain in my struggle, respect the code, it's subtle
Let me handle the trouble, never fumble or tussle
Nobody play with my money, I show the love to my homie
Yeah
You know sometimes
I just want to be alone
Wanna think about my life