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travis, jr. - hustlan lyrics

[verse 1: travis, jr.]
so i wake up, laid up, determined to get my cake up
before the sunrise, call my n-ggas and wake up and bake up
won’t stop till the gold flakes up n-gga
won’t stop till neck fulla chains, snaked up n-gga
i won’t stop till my momma’s light bill’s just a light bill
no more light bills in ya pockets we talkin’ hunnids
anything i haven’t done then it’s time to done it
handle problems, new day, ain’t no runnin’ from it
‘cause tonight i’mma go out and get it until the gettin’ is got
don’t give a f-ck if you wit it or not
b-tch i’m hustlan

[hook]
from the dawn till the sunrise, yea you know i’mma get mine
(yet again i’m hustling, hustling, hustling [x3])
but i can’t seem to catch a dime
take a little hit and i lose the time

[verse 2]
i took the man and his horse
and ran before he looked up
i said the light’s gonna change
but i’m calm and feeling warm
and now i’m sticking out my hands
and feeling weightless again

you got to push, got to shove
i’ve got to eat before they eat me
got the crown and the cup
i’ve got to write to my family
and say, “i’m calm and feeling warm.”
i’m not quite there, but i’m close
and it’s a world of a difference

[hook]

[verse 3]
i’ve got the worst all behind me
yeah they’ll never be able to find me
i’m the king of the city
i’m a roach and they’re all primates
this is meal time
real life
i’m not gonna fight
no, i’m gonna start a war

i’ve been right
i’ve been wrong
my smokes have come and gone
i’ve been crazy
been fed enough to not wind up dead
and i’m lonely
my eyes have been closed to the world
cause the world’s got nothing for me

[hook x2]

[verse 4: manic swoop]
don’t call them mother f-cker
i’m the mother f-cker
with my blacks rolling blacks talking sh-t talking smack
dropping ashes in my hat got a call where it’s at
where the money at
point the gat at the world
tell the b-tch give me everything you have
i got the el arbusto/
pull out el tallo/
b-tches be mala/
pause that sh-t coma/
no matter what it is n-gga make sure that/

[hook]
all my n-ggas ask me why, paper, peso, queso, pinero
i’m hustlin’ [x5]

- travis jr lyrics

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