letra de the hustle - 6raqandy
[ad=lib]
i had to get on my feet
i had to get in these streets
i had to get on my knees
pray to the lord, to let me eat
i had to hustle
i had to grind
i had to struggle
now its my time
now its my time
[chorus] x2
i had to get on my feet
i had to get in these streets
get on my knees
pray to the lord
to let me eat
to let me eat
to let me eat
i had to hustle
i had to grind
i had to struggle
now its my time
i’m on the come up
don’t waste my time
no don’t waste my time
no don’t waste my time
[verse 1]
i grew up in these streets
i ain’t had nothing to eat
ain’t had no j’s on my feet
yea i grew up round the fiends
on the block, started hustling
tryna get to this money
now them n-gg-s acting funny
like they want stomething from me
y’all ain’t getting sh-t
because y’all ain’t gave me sh-t
yous a lame, yous a b-tch
now ya girl on my d-ck
she tryna have my babies
b-tch think i’m crazy
i’m tryna get real famous
y’all thought i was playing
p-ssy n-gg-s start hatin
yea im stackin ben franklins
yea the muddy what i’m drinkin
middle finger to the fake ones
chop em up like i’m asian
don’t do no hesitating
pull the trigger, let it bang em
caught a body, yea i slayed em
[ad=lib]
i had to get on my feet
i had to get in these streets
i had to get on my knees
pray to the lord, to let me eat
i had to hustle
i had to grind
i had to struggle
now its my time
now its my time
[chorus] x2
i had to get on my feet
i had to get in these streets
get on my knees
pray to the lord
to let me eat
to let me eat
to let me eat
i had to hustle
i had to grind
i had to struggle
now its my time
i’m on the come up
don’t waste my time
no don’t waste my time
no don’t waste my time
[verse 2]
what you know bout them long nights
in the trap whippin all night
stay focused you’ll be alright
just stay focused you’ll be alright
i don’t need n-body else
ima do it all by myself
give a f-ck bout how you feel
i ain’t scared, ion got no fear
f-ck 12, and yuh f-ck jail
they hit the trap, and i wasn’t there
i’m always 10 steps ahead
n-gg-s putting money on my head
its a cold world, keep the heater on me
lot of n-gg-s tryna sneak on me
lot of n-gg-s tryna feed off me
that’s just how it is in the streets homie
real n-gg-s gon understand
i ain’t had no helping hand
i’m bout the money n-gg-, f-ck a friend
f-ck all you lames, yuh i’m the man
f-ck a shooter, i’m my own shooter
i’m always strapped, yuh i keep a ruger
get back before i f-ckin shoot ya
glock 9 got a f-ckin ruler
[ad=lib]
i had to get on my feet
i had to get in these streets
i had to get on my knees
pray to the lord, to let me eat
i had to hustle
i had to grind
i had to struggle
now its my time
now its my time
[chorus] x2
i had to get on my feet
i had to get in these streets
get on my knees
pray to the lord
to let me eat
to let me eat
to let me eat
i had to hustle
i had to grind
i had to struggle
now its my time
i’m on the come up
don’t waste my time
no don’t waste my time
no don’t waste my time
[ad=lib]
i had to get on my feet
i had to get in these streets
i had to get on my knees
pray to the lord, to let me eat
i had to hustle
i had to grind
i had to struggle
now its my time
now its my time
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