Hustle & Motivate Lyrics

They want me buried in dirt

They want me locked in a cage

They want my body to squirt

They want my name on the page

I made the world go bezerk

All it took was seven days

All of my hustles gon work

So I gotta get it seven ways

I was navigating through the maze

Instead of writing songs

I was writing wrongs

I was living in a phase

Burning bud like it's sage

Now you gotta feel the rage

Now you gotta catch the fade

I load the gage

I was whipping up the beige

Now I'm ripping up the stage

I don't do this for nothing

Pardon me I'm double cuppin

Just being honest I ain't bluffin

If I stand for nothin

Guaranteed fall for somethin

I'm going looney

Then I'm bugging

I'm back on my bully

Thirty two loaded fully

Don't try to push or try to pull me

Misunderstood me

Talking bout what I could be

Already am what I should be

A hell of a man

Got it & had them like damn

Flipped it & stuck to the plan

Cool as a fan

Karate chop like Japan

Water turned rocks into grands

I am what I am

Never could be what I'm not

Juke move avoiding the plot

Like it or not

Still going right to the top

And slowly connecting the dots

They want me to rot

But Imma bubble like seven up

I spit that shit wake the reverend up

We can pull up in eleven trucks

Still remember them days of eleven bucks

I got that same shit that Reagan got

If they don't let us in

We invade the spot

I used to circle like eighty blocks

Day after day

Tracks I would lay

Steadily wait for my tape to Pop

Then I scribbled the pad

Till the lead break

Anxiety built till my leg shake

That type of shit that make Your head ache

Still had my mind on the next Plate

So I took a trip to the next state Threw money all in where the Nets played

That back and forth made me a Head case

This should be written in blood

You should come visit the plug

I'll get him buzzed

Forty two on me like Dugg

And I put that all on my cuz

It ain't what it was

I never ran from the pressure

Now let me say what that shit does

Made me a thug

I'm bout to fuck up the party

Then imma fuck up the club

The game is a dub

Bump what you heard

They ain't playing fear

Suffered oppression for many years

Our babies is crying too many tears

So it is what it is

We can take it there

Got all the smoke just to make it clear

They start tappin in when you changing gears

When you wheatherd the storm

Make it through Coram

Then you bound to make it anywhere

They got the game looking iffy

Got all of my partners with me

To turn up the switch

Choppa drum came with a fifty

Bout to catch flame and get busy

To burn up this bitch

Hate it then tell them come get me

I bet they never forget me

I did it for Nip

They know the crown gonna fit me

Known as the voice in my city

I'm as real as it gets

Even long after I'm gone

Recite my words like Koran

Pass the baton

Angel wings cover my palms

Continue the marathon

Ring the alarm

They never seen it before

I came to even the score

I'm tearing the walls roof

And even the floor

Taking it straight to the core

To kick in the door

Fuck it They want us in chains

Drip me in VVS things

Shed blood from my veins

I'll make them turn in their grave

Ain't no more minimum wage

Cause we getting paid

Copped the cutlass with the blades

Whip the office like a slave

The story was paved

I set the whole world ablaze

Last of the real renegades

I don't do this for nothing