Been Hustlin’

[Intro]
Get this shit right
Oh my God, oh my lord
Provide audio dope we got 'em hitting the floors
Like oh my god, oh my lord
They got take nigga trophies and you won the award
Oh my God, oh my lord
I told her she was getting less, come and settle for more

[Verse 1: Jae Skeese]
I'm working, rising from my lows and reaping all the benefits
I'm never satisfied, not a pilgrim, never settling
I open doors with flows that's chivalry
I'm never less than gentleman
Not a big nigga but hard to guard like Julian Edelman
I go live in the booth, listen I'm live in the booth
I'm grinding it's truе, just pedaling like cyclists do
And what I'm striving to do is light a strike on thе fools
I'm KD on the wing with the [?] swiping it through
That's a nightmare in white airs
Push a 'cedes Benz with lady friend who wanna lie bare
We pulled through your album party, we didn't see no hype there
Got niggas knocking on you [?], I think I smell [?] there
First round draft rappers they be first round trash
Nineties kid who keep it warm, I'm in my first dime bag
I feel no pressure when the best upon me
Me and the beat, we go together like Schwepps and saltines nigga

[Verse 2: Elcamino]
I been on my grind nigga, hustling for years
Everything I do I give it blood sweat and tears
The rappers first choice, fogging up my Cartiers
Selling crack, early in the morning on the stairs
Line wrapped around the block like we serving grits and eggs
Some niggas getting money, some niggas rather beg
I'd rather be dead
I had the house full of pounds, probation on my leg
Gun on my lap, still rolling up, fuck the feds
I'm only alive form mom duke's prayers
I'm just here to get the bread (Word up)
I just hope that they're prepared
Any movement from 'em fill 'em up with lead
First couple to the head
Twisting dutches up with dreads
I think I made them other niggas scared
We gon' get you that money, you heard what he said