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protextor - hustle lyrics

[intro]
what do you want
what will you do to get it?
what do you want
what will you do to get it?
what do you want
what will you do to get it?

[chorus]
you betta
hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
that word doesn’t even make sense any more

[verse 1]
awards don’t mean sh+t
but i put ‘em on my resume
picture me rich
shootin p+rn in an escalade
nawww f+ck that
go to war for minimum wage
pour that venom and rage in morbid, lit+up displays
don’t trust anyone who’s never worked service
got a job and 401k and they think they deserve it
little lena dunhams
with pеanut b+tter to beat each othеr off
and reach the circle jerk verdict
of “hey, we really earned it!”
burn it down
we gon make the place
ball hard
walkin home on trinity
like we all stars
playin’ mario kart with a cop car
switch it up
blue sh+ll a becky and f+ck bein’ a rockstar
shot callers get blocked caller list dunked
starf+cker y’all but you never got to come
broke rapper on a scooter and i burnt your truck
yeah you just insecure you never learned to fuuuuu
my generation murdered every industry
and we included ourselves in the k!lling spree
cuz it’s k!ll or be k!lled
and we took the deal willingly
save the receipts and bill it to the twitter feed to show the people who k!lled the trees
that we really really
[chorus]
hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
that word doesn’t even make sense any more

[verse 2]
you got your yoga and your juice bar and your cyclin’ class
i write my raps to an iphone app till it dies low batt then i grind my stash
until these rich white ladies decide that they might like rap
i’ll fire back with a slight eye mack
on divorcees while they like to ask is
“why define me by the times i’m havin’?
just wait till i get my license back
i bet can have any guy i ask
‘cept for that rapper th at guy is wack and he
actually thinks he understand how i’ve adapted
f+ck that he must be high on crack his chances of gettin’
p+ssy are exactly as high as the odds that i’ll buy a cat
wait”

[chorus]
hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
that word doesn’t even make sense anymore

[bridge 1]
they dead inside already so we might as well k!ll ‘em
they dead inside already so we might as well k!ll ‘em
they dead inside already so we might as well k!ll ‘em
they dead+a they dead+a dead+a they dead+a they dead+a
[verse 3]
they didn’t pay attention so
so now they fallin’ behind
that’s that kinda stress where you can’t tell if it’s all in your mind
or if it’s part of your life
that little demon keeps on crawlin’ inside whisperin’
“they’re dope as f+ck you know that sh+t’s hard to deny”
and you start to devise a plan that takes up all of your time
to follow the lie they told because it’s hard to describe
the high of standin’ on bodies
i watch my carcass arrive
as you witness the portrait of a young artist in his prime
hard work pays off
if you get a raise at the day job
and you’re lucky, connected, on antidepressants
meet the right people make good impressions
course you’ll need that inheritance, so hey mom
oh and stay online 24/7
to play off today’s daily trendin’
so clock them 80 a week and then get paid for 11
making you bleed but baby you was praying to eat
so never sleep when the plate is heavy
then maybe you’ll make a livin’
‘less you have babies or need medicine
then raise it on venmo
till then hate every second
if you don’t, you wasted your energy
[bridge 2]
you so hungry don’t you know how that greed go
k!ll your dream like freddy till you can afford your dream home
i’m so hungry don’t i know how that greed go
k!ll your dream like freddy till i can afford my dream home
he so hungry don’t he know how that greed go
k!ll my dream like freddy till he can afford his dream home
this is god

[verse 3]
murder murder
you heard of it but we learning it
too many bodies on the daily keep the furnace lit
these rappers pay an arm and leg just for a tourniquet
that’s a little first aid humor for the nurses here
f+ck andrew jackson
now my money ain’t evil
stackin’ tubmans to the ceiling
til we run into the sequel
rowdy roddy piper in my glasses at the apple store
i’m out of bubblegum i’m gonna beat your ass then grab some more
hustle hustle hustle hustle
that word doesn’t even make sense anymore

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