Hustle (17:57)

Everyday, when i wake up i try to shame the devil im back to the action ur dismissed -thought she was the same that's how she eatin, we ain't even im about to hustle hustle hustle x2 i fought the fight, roll up the dice, bet on my life, but they paid the fuckin price i dont think twice, never played it nice, me n rap sheets stuck like white on rice i ain't sayin im better than the rest, but im willing to lay a niggar to rest, not in piece but in pieces pay for my sins like Jesus, pay for they fees they feeded, more tats than a rapper's Visa, shoutout to my Niggars, rappers are my Vicars, sharp mind,i cut ties without scissors Rappers gettin cold feet they fleeted, Jump to iceland they stay heated, Hoes hittin dryspell i spray semen I stay conceited, so be seated, as for my rivals stay hidden, rappers ain't payin attention they secreted if muh shxt doesn't make cents/sent i still take notes All my relationships no longer floats, 2020 made a lotta cutthroats, most of em they were my folks, switchin sides like my flows, snake inside like my hoes, yet they love me with my flaws Reminisce to the day i used took an L Back when i used to doubt on my self, like a slug in a shell Till i said its me vs everyone else, only thing i put in a coffin its a nail seekin smoke nigga its gon be a long tale leaving my competition all pale Guess the slug came outta its shell