Hustle Hard
MASS DEMP
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Got this heat from Banger Beats. You can’t imagine the type of shit I have seen Hustlin’ my way up ‘til I can live my dream White Rock like Kurt Cobain… My raps is laced cocaine… You was chillin’ in the yard, While we hustled hard. Ace Hood put that on God, Ate so we wouldn’t starve. When I lost two jobs, On the double… Hustled hard! Tha game in trouble When we hustle hard, Future pop star, Bieber wit the bars, We hustle hard! Ou-we Rick Ross “Hustlin’”, Off the head top like Muslim, Anyone I out muscle ‘em! Grillz in my mouth can’t muzzle them. Hustlers, I came up with them. Where the f*ck you been… Wit your fucking friends? My niggaz chasin’ rackies… Cali plug sent da trackin’… Bag it up we got action… Big forty dats for backing… Cuss a bitch out quick, Samuel Jackson… Face clean ain’t no acne… Pull in da hood dice game get it cracking. Know ‘dese haters wanna wack me, Prolly cuz I stuck it in his bitch like da vaccine… Four pockets full of Jackson’s, Count money well, I was never good at fractions. Pet peeve if ya ask me, Mad hate from ‘dese rap niggaz wit no traction… Champagne to relax me… Dick ridin’ on da campaign Ima tax him. Big bark no bite they tongue wrestlin’ Niggaz sangin’ like da Braxton’s bitch we hustlin’… You was chillin’ in the yard, While we hustled hard. Ace Hood put that on God, Ate so we wouldn’t starve. When I lost two jobs, On the double… Hustled hard! Tha game in trouble When we hustle hard, Future pop star, Bieber wit the bars, We hustle hard! Ou-we Rick Ross “Hustlin’”, Off the head top like Muslim, Anyone I out muscle ‘em! Grillz in my mouth can’t muzzle them. Hustlers, I came up with them. Where the f*ck you been… Wit your fucking friends? Me ‘n Tom. G We hustle hard. I took notes from from da Hustle God No condom flow… I’m fucking raw. If a joker talks shit or Dips hands in my cookie jar... Oh, man, Hell nah… Ima pull ya card, Pop ya jaw, Got dat Goddamn Glock in the car, An’ it ain’t parked far… Dearly depart, graveyard. Six feet deep, no beat to the heart. Solar MASS DEMP. From Mars… ’Dem galactic bars Gas’d up, Mama birthed a star! Music my bitch Ima take her far… Me an’ banger beats beat A case of white claws… F*ck your laws, we winnin’ Swimmin’ wit da Great White sharks! You was chillin’ in the yard, While we hustled hard. Ace Hood put that on God, Ate so we wouldn’t starve. When I lost two jobs, On the double… Hustled hard! Tha game in trouble When we hustle hard, Future pop star, Bieber wit the bars, We hustle hard! Ou-we Rick Ross “Hustlin’”, Off the head top like Muslim, Anyone I out muscle ‘em! Grillz in my mouth can’t muzzle them. Hustlers, I came up with them. Where the f*ck you been… Wit your fucking friends? Sharpening up all the knives in my cutlery… Keep talkin’ shit legit know, you can’t f*ck with me.
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