Hustle Bread Lyrics

Grandpa, can you tell me a story?

I ball, all day, no birthday, my nigga get cake

I be grindin' but I don't skate

On my boss shit like Mr. Slate

Hold up, wait, let me speed it up, no, you can't catch it

Pick a shit like a young Fletcher

Niggas crossin' like checkers, foot on they necks

No, I won't let up, yeah

Get stretched on the stretcher

You stretch until the end of the week

Yeah, you so close to defeat

Yeah, them boys will take you off your feet

But hey, that's part of the game

Don't get caught slippin', don't play like no lame

If you ever fall, you better not ever mention my name

Yeah, somebody just called, and they just mentioned the weight

I hit the gym and catch me a play

Nigga, I'm a musclehead

Rushin' to that money quick

Yeah, that's the hustle bread

I'm flexin' flexin' hard

Nigga, I'm a musclehead

Rushin' to that money quick

Yeah, that's the hustle bread

Reading plays like a legend

I got a map to the money

Remember days ain't sunny

I spark a wood and I hit it so lovely

Yeah, I got that lean in my tummy

I hope it don't make my tummy so runny

Yeah, fuck the niggas, fuck face, ain't shit funny

Yeah, we been getting dirty, getting muddy

Consistent with the work

That's why they love me

Yeah, these niggas hate me

They hate me cause I been getting to it daily

Yeah, I'm smoking daily, getting to it lately, yeah

Fuck what you on

We slept in the rain and we weathered the storm

No credit, no loan

Now I'm on, fire on, heat on, check

My foot on they neck

They tryna reach for a breath

I'm ballin', please get a ref

You niggas got injuries

I smoke a lot, I know you hearing me

I'm ballin' like there's three of me

Yeah, somebody just called, and they just mentioned the weight

I hit the gym and catch me a play

Nigga, I'm a musclehead

Rushin' to that money quick

Yeah, that's the hustle bread

I'm flexin' flexin' hard

Nigga, I'm a musclehead

Rushin' to that money quick

Yeah, that's the hustle bread

Reading plays like a legend

I got a map to the money

Remember days ain't sunny

I spark a wood and I hit it so lovely

Yeah, I got that lean in my tummy

I hope it don't make my tummy so runny

Yeah, fuck the niggas, fuck face, ain't shit funny