Don't F* With the Hustlar

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Don't F* With the Hustlar (Verse 1) Money gone, fuck friends, man, I need a homie that know me I need somethin' real, tired of feelin' all alone. Stuck in the bottom, where the streets don't forgive, Gotta hustle hard just to find a place to live. Detroit dreams got me runnin' through the pain, Tryna find a way out, dodgin' bullets in the rain. From the east to the west, it's a war zone breathin', Survivin' every day but it's hard believin'. Concrete jungle, got me feelin' like a beast, Grew up in the struggle, tryna find a little peace. Mama workin' late, daddy never came back, So I hit the block early, learnin' how to stack. Street education, ain't no books, just the game, Hustlin' for a meal, ain't no shame in my name. Grit in my soul, yeah, I'm built for the grind, All I got is me, ain't no love I can find. (Chorus) Hustler's ambition, all I know is the fight, Tryna make it out the dark, gotta earn my light. From the bottom of the D, where the real ones roam, Ain't nobody got my back, gotta build my own home. Hustler's ambition, all I know is the fight, Tryna make it out the dark, gotta earn my light. From the bottom of the D, where the real ones roam, Ain't nobody got my back, gotta build my own home. (Verse 2) Detroit nights, cold hearts, warm liquor in my veins, Scars from the struggle, yeah, the hustle leaves stains. Talkin' to myself like, Dom, you gotta make it out," But the weight on my shoulders got me feelin' full of doubt. Pain in my chest, but I mask it with a grin, Real recognize real, but the fake try to blend. Lost a couple homies, they was shootin' for the top, Got caught in the game, now they memories in a box. Ridin' through the city, got my mind on my cash, Every corner turned is a lesson from the past. Eyes on the prize, never blinded by the fame, All I need's a place that gon' know me by my name. Hustlin' ain't a choice, it's the way that I'm livin', Tryna dodge prison or a coffin, unforgiven. Heart full of anger, but my mind on my goal, In the land of the lost, tryna find my soul. (Chorus) Hustler's ambition, all I know is the fight, Tryna make it out the dark, gotta earn my light. From the bottom of the D, where the real ones roam, Ain't nobody got my back, gotta build my own home. Hustler's ambition, all I know is the fight, Tryna make it out the dark, gotta earn my light. From the bottom of the D, where the real ones roam, Ain't nobody got my back, gotta build my own home. (Outro) Money comes and goes, but my will stay strong, Built from the rubble, yeah, I know where I belong. Hustler 'til the end, man, I'm chasin' every cent, Just a young soul dreamin', tryna make it out the trench. Detroit's in my blood, every step, every breath, 'Til I find that home, I ain't settled with less. Keep my head to the sky, even when I roam, 'Til I find that peace of mind, yeah, I’ll build my own home.

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LilPanda

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2 years ago

Young God of rap aka

2 years ago

TOO HOT 🚒 Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯

Jaycee

2 years ago

Respect 🤜🤛 Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯

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