Pledge Allegiance To the Hustle

[Intro]
Real talk, man, let me tell y'all, man
Man, I was in the studio with this man called HitKidd, man
'Bout, for hours, my nigga
And sittin' there, man, I was goin' through my head, Hit
He was playin' a lot of beats, man
He was sittin' there playin' beat after beat after beat
And I thought he was a nigga tryna get a beat
So I'm goin', "Man, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga?"
Man, all these hard-ass beats, man, pick one of these motherfuckers
Man, I was about to put that nigga out that motherfucker, real talk
He like, "Yeah?" I said, "Young nigga, what's up?"
I said, "Man, is that HitKidd?" (HitKidd, what it do, man?)
I said, "Man, you knew that shit"

[Verse 1: Tripstar]
Pledge allegiance to thе hustle, yeah
Hundred racks stuffеd in the duffle, yeah
Hell yeah, I vote HitKidd for the president
At the spot countin' dead presidents, yeah
Hid a hundred pounds in my residence, yeah
Codeine, you know this my medicine, woah
You ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, that's irrelevant, woah
Pull up on the plug and I'm workin' out a settlement, yeah
Whatever that you doin', better give it all you got
But don't mind me, I be fuckin' with the pots
Don't mind me, bitch, I came from the bottom
Whippin' in the kitchen, need a stopwatch
Sittin' in the trap, all you hear is knock-knock
Keep a Glock when I unlock the top lock
My nigga sellin' rerock
Told HitKidd this one classic like some Reeboks, yeah
Have you ever gave your last to your nigga? Yeah
Took a loss, bounced back six figures, yeah
Dope boy, twenty racks in my denim
Finna find a new connect, I go and get a rental
Wake up in the morning, then you know I gotta get it
Gone for a minute, now I'm back in the kitchen, woah
Let me show you how to turn your rags to riches
Everything off the bars, pledge my allegiance

[Chorus: Jai Musiq & Memoree]
I pledge to the hustle, can't flex with no muscle
We been in the field with it, we ball out like Russell
You up in the bleachers, you niggas just spectate
But you gotta grind, nigga, if you wanna be great
Can't wait on a nigga to go and get it for you
You gotta get off your ass
How you grown and waitin' for him to get on?
You gon' stay down bad
Go full throttle with the shit that you on
Sometimes, you bound to crash
I pledge allegiance to the hustle and bustle
Do whatever it takes for the bag

[Verse 2: Tripstar]
I'ma go get off my ass, woah
Break it down, run through that bag, woah
I never asked for no helping hands, yeah
Ten different plugs, do the running man
You better not sit back and wait for no man
Count a quarter ticket sittin' in a Sprinter van
Come to the store, get some rubber bands, yeah
Wrap it around the money, then I smash
Jumpin' in the Hellcat, do the dash on it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Spend fifty racks, I ain't put no tags on it
Politicking on another sack, where it's at?
Campaign with the bag, runnin' up them racks
Bitch, I had to get it, yeah, the hard way, yeah
Used to sell grams in the hallway, woah
Trap nigga, shoot dice all day, yeah
Get the pack and do backflips, yeah
Fucked up in the head, count racks all day
Get some money, nigga, give a fuck about what he say
Know my ABCs, but I always keep my AK
Cartel wrote, call the plug up ándale
I can get you whatever you want, yeah, ándale
Wise man once said it's always more than one way
I ain't jumpin' on the plane, fuck it, hit the highway
Racin' to the racks in a Wraith, now get out the way

[Chorus: Jai Musiq & Memoree]
I pledge to the hustle, can't flex with no muscle
We been in the field with it, we ball out like Russell
You up in the bleachers, you niggas just spectate
But you gotta grind, nigga, if you wanna be great
Can't wait on a nigga to go and get it for you
You gotta get off your ass
How you grown and waitin' for him to get on?
You gon' stay down bad
Go full throttle with the shit that you on
Sometimes, you bound to crash
I pledge allegiance to the hustle and bustle
Do whatever it takes for the bag

[Outro]
(HitKidd, what it do, man?)