Mizta Sandman - I Hustle

Yeah You know what Im Bout
It smell Like New Money in here (Laugh)
Dem Crisp Blue Faces
V1
I come from Young &; Broke
Gritting &; Pushing Dope
From Struggling to Hussaling
Lost faith renewed Hope
I come from the bottoms trying to find a way out
Focused on the right now
Looking for a payout
Living proof of the struggle
Gotta hustle just ta live
Its mind over matter Real Niggas
On they shidd – Im trying to make a dollar
Out of 15 cents &; a mill off a buck
Aint no luck its all grit – Stack the fetti up
Push a hard line -Lave em belly up –
Ten Toes in neva snitch – shut the helly up
Grind now – Shine later – Be about your paper
Don’t do any favors – Till you really
Get your weight up –
It be the ones close to you
Who do the most to you
Saying we the homies while in jail
We never wrote to you – Currently
The urgencys about currency – Emergency

All money in is the current theme
V2
I started on the curb – half a shell to a byrd
Flipped the script brought a new whip
From Hot Rods down by 33 rd
Cant go broke trying to look rich
I hit my first lick – Now 20 years later Bitcoins the new flip
I learned to start coding – Paid attention to the market
New Techs now exploding caught fire so I sparked it
This for my niggaz in the streetz – tryna feed them babies
Out here on the daily Flipping bread like a bakery
Watch out for the pale face they love to see a failed race
Knock us off course please beware of the pale hoarse
Keep your grind up not a toy never wind up
Hit it &; Quit it In and out Never Mind us
Forever hussling Making something out of nothing
Whether work or the streets you don’t work
You don’t eat most the time It gets rough
And never seems enough always in a tough spot
Living on them rough blocks

V3
A Two seater Derek Jeter on my Alex English
Home Town hold me town Keep the crown
A-Co I bleed it – Grind all day Hustle all night
All they do is hate – While I get it lower price
I come from free lunches – since I first stepped
In school so act like you know I already paid my dues
See I could neva trade that IT made me better kept the fire burning

Ima real go getta – The choice is yours Rich or Poor Do it More Its not a game
No need to keep score when the streets bleed pain
Foreva more gotta hustle Like you really want it
Grind or Die Keep it quiet dont try stunting

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