Hu$tla Lyrics

I used to flip five

For the dub

Just to blaze one

Then I put the white

Up in the club

To make their face numb

Now I make that bass bump

And the place jump

If you want me on the stage

Your paying for my elevation

It's the great one

No relation to the fakes ones

Around the way

Trying to state dumb

On my name

Cause they hate

How I got my cake up from

All the caine

In the same city that the Saints run

I ain't worried the fame son

I just want to lay flame down

Innovate with my day ones

On a new wave

Way away from

All these little dudes

Acting like they saying A-1

But they make something stupid

For their views on their you tube

Just to use it

For some booze and the Bluetooth

In a new whip

Getting loose with a new boo

And a new clique

Then they lose it

Getting booed

Every move that you make

Cause your view is a fake

And your music is amusing

All your interviews getting muted

Cause your way to into you

And you ain't fusing to the booth bitch

You're a student in my school

That won't shoot shit

Lil tooth pick

To an Ice Cube with a few spliffs

In the studio getting too lit

From the right fuel for a nuisance

With a loose lip

Catching two drips

Off that therapeutic

Flying from the yak

I'm a Pterodactyl with two fifths

On point like a tack

I'm attaching the track ruthless

Trying to get that bag

And blow that cash on a few bricks

It ain't nothing for me dude

This is what I do

But I ain't got to prove shit

Storman's the weather

Whether you know it or not

My flow is sicker than an institutions

I came up out the mud

And got it all from the muscle

Started with a couple bucks

Then I turned into the plug

So I had to run it up

Took the cards I was dealt

Then shuffled just to fuck it up

Then I got a gun to tuck

For the ones that wanna press their luck

I refuse to be a customer

When dealing with the dust

I was born to be a hustle

Born to be a hustla

Flooding blocks with the uppers

And drugging these mother fuckers

For profit and for the numbers

My pockets hotter than mufflers

Stunting with all the smugglers

Running from under covers

Who's hunting for the ones

That's coming up

Fuck the cops and the judge

They just want us for the bucks

And to lock us up for life

So they lurking for a bust

Just to hurt us with their cuffs

Hoping that we strike back

For a reason to be rough

And act tough huh?

Requesting backup

I see a black kid

I bet you that he has drugs

He has to

Well he's got dreads and a couple tattoos

So bring an extra clip with you

If we get threatened

We can shoot (Fuck the police)

Lyrical bullets

I'm here to penetrate the youth

From a pen and concentration

Of dominating with truth

A bomb that's waiting to boom

With obligation to prove

My annihilations very soon

So anticipate my moves

Acclimated to piles

Making me zoom

My styles taking the fumes

Embracing it with the fire

Just to take me higher than the moon

Calculate desires

From a mouth that's made to spew it out

Till they admire me and my goons

I'm the flyest in the room

I been wired since the womb

So retire or you're doomed

They supplier of tombs

And the firest of shrooms

All you liars with a lot to lose

Bunch of goofy dudes

Looking fruity

Getting screwed

By their label

Unable to claim a loop

That they use

They way too stupid

And turned to bait

So I make them food

After abusing them

From the way

That I'm slaying the tunes

Yea

Already told you

This is what I do

But I ain't got to prove shit

Storman's the weather

Whether you know it or not

You're gonna witness my revolution

I came up out the mud

And got it all from the muscle

Started with a couple bucks

Then I turned into the plug

So I had to run it up

Took the cards I was dealt

Then shuffled just to fuck it up

Then I got a gun to tuck

For the ones that wanna press their luck

I refuse to be a customer

When dealing with the dust

I was born to be a hustle

Yea

I was born to do this shit

This is more than a passion

It's my fucking religion

I'm here to squeeze

Every drop out this game

Controlling the outcome

Maximizing my energy

With efforts beyond your reach

I will achieve my goals

I do have what it takes

Do you think you have what it takes?

Fuck the procrastination

And trust the process

Don't wake up

Later down the road and be a

Woulda, coulda, shoulda

Type mother fucker

With excuses of why

You couldn't execute

Put it all on the line

Go hustle