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touchmoney cease - hustlers anthem lyrics

i aint gon never stop this hustling sh+t man

i mean x you said it the best

i’m a stop when i’m dead

i’m taking this sh+t to the grave with me

this for my g’s my hustling n+ggas

all my n+ggas on the corner

we got this

i do it for ya’ll

verse:
my real poppa was a rolling stone
now i’m on my own
you need that you can call my phone
see i’m a keep hustling till my eyes get sown
an i’m a keep this sh+t cool till my high gets blown
everytime i’m in the coupe n+ggas wave and salute
cause they see i stepped it up when i came from the stoop
on the grind an find time to still hang with the youth
an i ain’t really got patients for duke
nah

chorus:
man i ain’t got time
you worried bout me while i’m worried about mine
this little light i’m gonna let shine
seven days a week i’m on my grind
i’m on my grind
man i ain’t got time
you worried bout me while i’m worried about mine
this little light i’m gonna let shine
seven days a week i’m on my grind
i’m on my grind

verse 2:
this for my n+ggas in construction boots
in they bag got the old heads mad yelling f+ck the youth
hoody up like they don’t f+ck with suits
an you know how we roll pulling up in either trucks or coupes
n+gga
i was in the hood you was in the hood
rell was in the hood, bu was in the hood
now we rolling woods n+ggas living good
an we still hood get it understood

chorus:
man i ain’t got time
you worried bout me while i’m worried about mine
this little light i’m gonna let shine
seven days a week i’m on my grind
i’m on my grind

verse 3:
i ain’t got no time for no hater
i’m eating ain’t got no time for no waiter
competing is not my style i’m more greater
the hustles giving like russel simmons
i’m gone

verse 4:
the pack came an i got the grams weighed
on a scale top hologram grey
i just play the cut like i got a band+aid
an i’m living off the rock like i got a man cave
it’s a d+mn shame
ya’ll praying on my down for
want me in the dirt like a n+gga was a ground ball
that’s why i’m on the grind and i stay the f+ck from round ya’ll
wanna test the mic n+gga we could have a sound off

verse 5:
this for my n+ggas in construction timbs
getting cake out there moving like construction men
so many pounds it’s like f+ck the gym
if he ain’t getting money how the h+ll can i f+ck with him
uh
i’m out of state blowing smoke out my face
it’s like i’m in the outer sp+ce in the audi eight
on a mission to flip that
always on my one, two just like a flipped pack
you dig that

i mean i know the streets like my abc’s

and i’m my one two threes

p’s and q’s ones and twos

in my acg

come on

- touchmoney cease lyrics

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