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zoe doe - bonafide hustler lyrics

[chorus]
money to be made, so i’m workin’ like a slave
from the cradle to the grave, i’m a bonafide hustler
murder on my mind, but i ain’t gotta look to find
i’m stayin’ on my grind, ’cause i’m a bonafide hustler
money to be made, so i’m workin’ like a slave
from the cradle to the grave, i’m a bonafide hustler
no tight jeans, but i’m a jerk
f+ck your rent on the first
i get paid first

[verse 1]
this a moment of clarity
can’t be who you want me to be
i could’ve been anybody in the world
but guess what, i chose me
like a candle in the dark, i’mma glow
f+ck fake friends and f+ck a foe
no form of hesitation, just know
i’m a winner, just check the score
now these w+nkstas gettin’ high, off they very own supply
’cause that bullsh+t they sellin’, all my buddies won’t buy
i see your eyes on my money, wanna gamble with your life?
i work hard for my money, i’mma guard it with my life
and i’m not a mastermind, but i’mma plot the plan perfect
get on my grind wave sh+t and told [?] surf it
my lifestyle cowabunga, these haters feed my hunger
i’mma eat, get money, eat ’til i can’t see my feet
[chorus]
money to be made, so i’m workin’ like a slave
from the cradle to the grave, i’m a bonafide hustler
murder on my mind, but i ain’t gotta look to find
i’m stayin’ on my grind, ’cause i’m a bonafide hustler
money to be made, so i’m workin’ like a slave
from the cradle to the grave, i’m a bonafide hustler
no tight jeans, but i’m a jerk
f+ck your rent on the first
i get paid first

[verse 2]
yeah, hustle, hustle, hustle
i’mma hustler to the bone
the streets keep callin’, so i’m always on my phone
on this hunt for this treasure, i’m applying major pressure
every gram i gotta measure, don’t mix business and pleasure
i can’t love these b+tches, ’cause i’m married to the game
i’m all about my riches, so you can keep the fame
we comin’ up like elevators, so you know we got haters
they don’t know the streets made us, cold blooded like gators
pistols poppin’, choppas choppin’, i don’t know where bombs droppin’
been commercial, but i’m never stoppin’
that is not a option
i’m climbin’ up the charts, you at the bottom of the graph
numbers runnin’ through my head, all i do is math
choppa spit 50+50, rip your ass in half
i always been the leader, so i make my own path
i stay strapped up, so i never ride alone
orange county is my zone
but everywhere i go, i feel at home
[chorus]
money to be made, so i’m workin’ like a slave
from the cradle to the grave, i’m a bonafide hustler
murder on my mind, but i ain’t gotta look to find
i’m stayin’ on my grind, ’cause i’m a bonafide hustler
money to be made, so i’m workin’ like a slave
from the cradle to the grave, i’m a bonafide hustler
no tight jeans, but i’m a jerk
f+ck your rent on the first
i get paid first

- zoe doe lyrics

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