Hustle

[Intro]
My mind all over the place
At one point, the world was willing to pay me handsomely to abandoned my dream
I say ‘FUCK THAT’

[Verse 1]
My melon just got the pack in
He got taxed
But he said he gon’ make it back
In the Back end
And I be in the car asked
Like ‘how can I be apart of this? You know Music it don’t pay the fastest’
I switch the roll up the fastest
I tried to drive a Uber
But my car just ain’t up to par with they standards
Should I rob the bread truck
Cause I’m fed up
Got me in front of the Church
With my head down
With a bless up
Went and got a job
Is usually what I counted on
But I ain’t have a job in like 4 years
And that shit is frowned upon
In interviews
But personally, I need a round of applause
Cause they don’t know what I’ve been through
I’ve hoping on beats and mouthing off
My homies say my time is coming and there’s no doubt at all
There's revolution and evolution
You’ve been around it all
Might break those County Laws
But what that Bounty Cost?
But fuck that
I’m soundin’ off till my sound is off

[Chorus]
I need me a Hustle Right Now
Ain’t got no time
To say my time is comin’
Shit I need a Hustle right now
Don’t be surprised
I ain’t I excited when I see you comin’
I’m just on my Hustle Right Now
In the End, I’ll be fine
Hey, but in the mean time
I’m on my Hustle Right now

Fuckin Right

[Verse 2]
Takin power naps at red lights
That’s word to Shug
I’ve always had the loudest mixtape
That’s word to Pesh
‘Bout a half of million download
And I never earned a Cent
Thats like hustlin’ backwards
Like Tomorrow can’t be yesterday
Lil’ shorty say, ‘I know you paid
I know you have Boo-Ko adough
From all those songs you don’ made’’
And I replied like ‘ I’ve been goin’ through the same things she had'
Tru I have more fans than the average man not enough lout
To last me
To the end of the week
I live by the Beat
Like you live Check to Check
If you don’t move yo’ feet
Then I dont eat
So we like Neck and Neck
No, Me and Broke don’t mix like cigarettes and Nicorette
You got some money for me
Okay thats a bet
It’s all respect
I’m staying Prayed Up
And Greatest takes time
But in the meantime, my bills gotta’ be paid up
The grind got me back up at Atlanta Shine
Washin’ Cars
And selling skywalker bars
And maybe the Narcartic of your Charge

[Chorus]

[outro]