3 years ago
My Hustle, My Grind
Lyrics
I'm standing tall I'm talkin Tokyo with the towers
My team strong you niggaz running wild with them cowards
I'm gettin brain I'm talkin honor roll, went to Howard
Aye look I'm drippin, Seattle Washington with the showers
We move on different hours, but our 24 the same
I'm like a slider left by the way I slowed the game
They wanted us for less but nigga we go more to gain
I feel like dj Khaled, when I hear that quota came
Shawty came like hurricanes, Big Body swerve the lane
I be on my toes like it's 3rd and change
I put fire to everything, BBQ, Burger King
Put me on ya track, head shot, click, murder gang
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
Im spittin scriptures comin from my mind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
She love my hustle man they love my grind
The see my passion every fuckin time
Everyday I gotta move fast, weaving through these haters like the new flash
Watch me work, papas gotta new bag
Y'all Niggaz is loose trash, so it's time to clean up
I'm like an iPhone on red, I'm just tryna get my green up
I'm married to the game you can see the way we team up
Wit no plans to loose it all, I ain't even need a prenup
I'm livin our my dream but, I been to hell and back
And now a nigga feelin like the shit even the rock was smellin that
I'm sayin who else gone rep for the mil
Since a Youngin I was destined to kill any rep in the field
They got me lookin like a Vetren for real
Young Steve Rogers, Captain America man I'm the best with the shield
I thank the lord that I was blessed with these skills, a nigga gifted
Rep for da mist fits, take watch or you can miss it
Puffin that eleavator I'm sayin I'm gettin lifted
Open up your mind, you hearin greatness if you listen
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
Im spittin scriptures comin from my mind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
She love my hustle man they love my grind
The see my passion every fuckin time
I think i like the way he moves, and use his senses
I'm all about him babe from the beginning
To the ending, this shit is senselss
I wouldn't leave him even if i had to be his mistress
But you know, everywhere I go I follow
And worry bout that shit tomorrow
Cause I trust ya, and i really, really, really like ya hustle
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
Im spittin scriptures comin from my mind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
She love my hustle man they love my grind
The see my passion every fuckin time
Writer(s): Beverly Haney, Rudolph Strong III
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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