Hustle (feat. Paul Wall)

Rolling with the top down, on peanut butter guts

Trolling, I'm about to climb

Load the gun, turn the base up, turn it up

Holding that Glock nine in case a hater run up

Callin, I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts

I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor

It's just me and that dodo

These strolling, I stop and poke 'em

But I'm trying to get that dojo

Ridin' dirty, ain't no hobo

It's just me strapped up like a GoPro

And I one deep; Han Solo

Hoes trying to capture me like a photo, hustle

All I need is two cups of drank

With the system crank and a fifth of

See me pulling pranks in my candy paint

Pull broads around me in crowds

Both tires when I hit the breaks

My hustle skills you can't debate

Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank

Till I'm dead and up in them clouds

Getting to the cake, man, fuck your faith

Riding outta state with a Texas plate

Speakers in the back be like an eighth

415 Rock up skate

Crawl like a snake, boys gonna hate

But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait

Save the bullshit, I ain't gotta cape

All I got till I'm in the grave

Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle

Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5

I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)

Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space

Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)

Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013

Boy, we gotta (hustle)

We gotta, we gotta (hustle)

You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle)

Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe

In the people that I was put in front of

And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a situation

That put me in a position to maybe

Some day break out of a small town

I guess I fell for the okey doke

I suppose I couldn't turn around in the hokey poke game

To see lames and other folks

Who thought joke was being played on me

Oh, where the story goes again

Here we go again, I'll again frown while the motherfuckers grin

I can hear the sound of the gate closing in

And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in

Cause they all wanna go sightseeing

Up in the Chevy and ride further in the wild

And they kinda wanna drive, even make a turn off a road

You ain't familiar with, enough to pay for the gas for a little bit then

Before you know it, you got a best friend

But when he started off he was just hitchhiking

Should have heard when he said wolf for real

If you're chill, you'll find another one just like him

But it's hard as a motherfucker to say no

When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro

And everything that he's saying

He's saying to pay him close attention

So you put your hand low

Palms, out, opened, hoping

And you can even see that engine smoking

Plus all the money that he gave you owe him

Rearview mirrors all of them broken

Black boys, white boys, just a token

For the slot machine, and the gambling notion

Scamming and scoping, the animal inside

The cannibal chose him, me

I fell for another man's hustle