Hustler Music Lyrics

Yo, Benji

We was four deep in a Honda

Riding through the heights, no drama

Granny threw me out, say I only like to rap and blow ganja

Had the XD on crowd control, this bitch a showstopper

Naw he ain't my bro if he don't know double G or know mama

Got tired of beef, they say I'm soft, I'm tryna go harder

Don't think you'll ever feel my pain, I can't explain, so why bother

So many fake ass niggas, when I see real I applaud it

This shit ain't business, if feelings involved in

All this shit got me feeling exhausted

But shit, I'm grown now, I'm tryna make a way

Plenty days, they probably thought I was okay

That shit was fake, whole time was fucked up with no pay

Failing wishing I could drop out, I can't focus on no grades

Especially when you a star, and niggas calling for jpay

Paid a lawyer for my case, so I don't end up doing the same

I was bussing before rap, before Khado, I had a name

Gang was hitting licks and stains before I ever flipped the pack

9 to 5 was my everyday, if you a hustler

You gon' get up and chase it in every way

Gotta get it when you spending, it can't take this to the grave

Real hustler music, wake up early, get it and hustle to it

Salute the real, I been up some nights, I was going through it

I seen niggas turn into snakes and I seen bitches choosing

You said you love me, then traded on me, that shit confusing

If it ain't making me no paper, screw it

If you ain't with me, then fuck is you doing

This that hustler music

My name was legendary before I ever came out the pussy, boy

Can't fuck with no pussy, boy

These niggas dying over pussy, boy

Been rapping since 14, don't try me like no rookie wait

Don't push me, I had run-ins niggas, no Khado, gone do his thang,

I let my people talk they shit, cause I do the same

You the type to see your man's up pape, then go and try to hate

Get your bitch fucked, you gone wanna kill the nigga or run a fade,

In other words gang, don't be a goofy or no fucking lame

They must've think I ain't seen a storm, I survived a hurricane

The way that shit was set up, ay, I should never heard of pain

Now I got some that's dead and gone, trapped inside concrete homes

Some snakes who faked inside of human souls, I can't even trust the same

You close to where you trying to get to, where you started from

So you gotta keep going, and that's the point

If you stay there, you'll reach that point, you'll look up and be like, shit

It's closer to get to where I'm trying to get than to stop and turn around