Markus B. - Hu$$le

Yeah! Markus
I don't trap yeah I hustle
Keep a .40 and some muscle
All my life I had to fight so
I keep some bloody knuckles
This That motivation in the
Gym prepping for the scuffle
This 4 dealers, college students
Corporate brothers who Making Stocks double, it don't matter
What you do in life just Make
Sho’ that you hustle! Slangin'
Dope turned qtrs To a half
To a whole like its nothing
They said us black folks a
Never win and our life's
Amount to nothing, Muthafuck
Em till the day that I die bitch
I’ma hustle
I'm in the gym sh*t i'm working
Out, phone ringing what is
This about, the plug knocked
Nigga it's a drought, we A
Work around it we a work it
Out, I don't trap I hustle
Working out 6 packs like muscle Keep a 9 to 5 sellin' on the
Side (Huh) Uncle Sam can't
Touch him Huh!, this that drug Talking plug walking hundred
Shots Young Dolph in
Radric Davis Snowman shit that
Get the club jumping, car
Thumping bass numbing
Neighbors think earthquakes Coming, hard hitting ear
Drumming yeah that Rae Shremmumd, she pop it off
Cause I drop it off , I ain't gotta
Car With the top cut off
She in my car and her top is off
To top it off she gone top me
Off by the time we pulloff
I’m Knocking her off, throwing
Salt you need to knock it off
That baller blockin' is a deadly
Cost... yellow tape and white Chalk biiiiiitch
I don't trap yeah I hustle keep
A .40 and some muscle, all my
Life I had to fight so I keep
Some bloody knuckles, this
That motivation in the gym
Prepping for the scuffle, this 4
Dealers, college students
Corporate brothers who
Making stocks double, it don't
Matter what you do in life just
Make 'sho that you
Hustle! Slangin' dope turned
Qtrs To a half to a whole like
It’s nothing, they said us black
Folks a never win and our life's Amount to nothing Muthafuck
Em ‘till the day that I die bitch
I’ma hustle
Blasting Bankroll while I’m
Making bank, muthafuck
Ya weight muthafucka ya rank
I’m all about making a bigger
Bank any shots you fired
Must've been blanks, is it really Worth it claim you living life
N*gga you ain't even really
Touch the surface, yo' momma Paying for yo' funeral service
You young as fuck but them
Curtains closing, i'm Tryna
Motivate fuck a hater or a
Naysayer shit the world is yours
Go for broke see the game like Nobody hustle Here as real as
Yours, lotta n*ggas started
Flipping burgers other n*ggas Started flippin' birds, Er’body
Else flipped The bird said all my Dreams was absurd, now they
Upset cause my success got them Stressed cause it touched a
Nerve, they ain't stoppin' sh*t
I paid my dues, yes i'm getting
All that I deserve, make ‘em
Made cause every move is Improvement to the next, I'ma
Hustle to the day that I die and the Earth is one with my Flesh Bitch
I don't trap yeah I hustle keep
A .40 and some muscle, all my
Life I had to fight so I keep some Bloody knuckles
This That Motivation in the gym prepping
For the scuffle, this 4 dealers
College students, corporate
Brothers who Making stocks
Double, it don't matter what you
Do in life just make 'sho that you Hustle! Slangin' dope turned qtrs
To a half to a whole like its
Nothing, they said us black folks
A never win and our life's amount
To nothing, Muthafuck 'em till
The day that I die bitch i'ma hustle

Written by:
Markus Brown

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