Hood Hustler Lyrics

The hood ain't a safe place when you aiming high

You aiming for greatness and some niggas are aiming at you

It's RIP everyday, you even expect your own death

Niggas do whatever it takes to get money for crystal meth

But I be on my grind regardless

F a good heart! You lose a lot when you show your kindness

I'm a Christian but I bought a knife instead of a Bible

I mean the streets ain't safe whether you believe in God or not

Even the police commit more crime than the criminals

F the police o a botse a ke ba tshabe

They killed my brother and they still running loose

But I'm not holding grudges

I put it on God and I hope he'll is the punishment

Occupation? Fuck. Suit and tie but I'm standing on business

A ke tsube tsa Felo but my bars are always high

I keep it a 60 + 40 with my bars

A ke rate dikepisi

I praise God everytime I'm my grind ayy

I praise God everytime I'm on the streets ayy

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God everytime I'm on my high ayy

I praise God everytime I'm my low ayy

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God everytime I'm my grind ayy

I praise God everytime I'm on the streets ayy

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God everytime I'm on my high ayy

I praise God everytime I'm my low ayy

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

F a R350 I need a milli on me

Mama don't worry I'm still cooking I'm gon give you a full plate

Di VW ke tsa bafana I need me a Benz written Saint on the number plate

This is God given le Baloyi can stop this

Like the burning tree in the Bible my verses are Hella dope

Soon tlabe bare nfane ke pudi ya Moletlane

For now I'm chasing a dream ke tsene pitori ka planned

No matter what I'm keeping my head high like 2Pac

Back to the hood

Mama telling me I should get off the streets

But you know me I ignore

I mean there's money on the streets you can't expect me to sit at home

She telling me she don't wanna bury other son

Mama don't worry just send a prayer to the heavens

Your son is on a mission

I got real soldiers with me so I got my back covered for real

Don't worry about me mama

I praise God everytime I'm my grind ayy

I praise God everytime I'm on the streets ayy

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God everytime I'm on my high ayy

I praise God everytime I'm my low ayy

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God everytime I'm my grind ayy

I praise God everytime I'm on the streets ayy

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God everytime I'm on my high ayy

I praise God everytime I'm my low ayy

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!

I praise God ayy!

I praise God yeah!