The Hustle ft. C.G. The Producer Lyrics

Okay lets talk about it the game they overshot it

My brain close to robotic john d johnny mnemonic

A gin tonic to hide the neurotic and the chaotic

A bit psychotic if i say i got it just know i got it peep

Studied the game enough also the art of war

Loud enough to pick ya confidence right up from off the floor

Not ya dad still at the store more angel but hit the floor

If the bars are going over your head well heres more

Aye a bit of silence can go a long way for a long while

A boomerang with distance a strong j as a young child

Thats a bit wild tell genius try and break all of this down

I dare someone to try to label me a specific sound

I love the game love the hustle I love the pain

Love the struggle love the way it makes me insane

Love the fire love the energy love the strain

Love the way that it burrows inside my brains

I love the game love the hustle I love the pain

Love the struggle love the way it makes me insane

Love the fire love the energy love the strain

Love the way that it burrows inside my brains

You want the mainstage record deal cage rap minimum wage

Social media plague for fans to engage all at a young age

Invest in ya ways the things that you say sway the way they start portray

You in the limelight you either act right or your act right?

A simple scribble says whether stack or you stack right

It ain't right but it's business it aint spite

Nothing to do with hatred just green stuck in sight

The insight sprinkle manipulation similar interests

Just tell 'em some of your goals so they can close the distance

Breeze past the inbetween lines so they lockdown commitment

Then after that all the attention is inconsistent

The love is gone and you missed it

Your neediness gets persistent

They capitalized and you got what you wanted yea its different

Outta ya hands the ink is dry copied and printed

So you just sit back and watch them stack the green your restricted so yea its like that

I love the game love the hustle i love the pain

Love the struggle love the way it makes me insane

Love the fire love the energy love the strain

Love the way that it burrows inside my brains

I love the game love the hustle I love the pain

Love the struggle love the way it makes me insane

Love the fire love the energy love the strain

Love the way that it burrows inside my brains

I'm out here hungry if I die you take it from me

The lie is im a dummy just try if you think I'm funny

Designer and snow bunnies hoes love me they nose runny

Does not appeal to grown men buddy spend your money

I'm tryna stack my money on money so I can make more

Make sure a roof is over my head with a clean floor

The way that I'm playing I'm like lebron but the old age

Tryna unlock what comes after household name

Without that household fame move silent but blinding

Like slashers when the victim can't even see right behind them

It's too late so when I'm throwing down it's a huge plate

I'm working they and night flipping coins just like I'm two face

The turnouts always gon be the same just like I'm two face

Ironically a thing that I am not is two faced

Goes two ways you either join forces and your with me

Or end up dead like everyone else who's gone up against me

That's the game

I love the game love the hustle I love the pain

love the struggle love the way it makes me insane

love the fire love the energy love the strain

love the way that it burrows inside my brains

I love the game love the hustle I love the pain

Love the struggle love the way it makes me insane

Love the fire love the energy love the strain

Love the way that it burrows inside my brains

I love the game love the hustle I love the pain

Love the struggle love the way it makes me insane

Love the fire love the energy love the strain

Love the way that it burrows inside my brains