Lupe Fiasco - Hustlaz Song | Текст песни

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• Lupe Fiasco
• Hustlaz Song

It's what hustlaz do, this is a hustlaz song,
this hustle is gone...

Let me tell you what the sun don't like,
Caught somewhere between stop and go like yellow lights.
Hustla so I got to get it mellow ride me down the block around the clock
Nothin nice.
I roll like cherry red yellow dice watch
Just it pop call it the "kettle white",
It's hot, just the block , call it the "ghetto wife"
Paul McCane its my ball and chain, my amor.
Hopefully I won't fall and hang, like pictures on the wall
Or halls of fame.
It's just a boy man, look what it all became
Nothin all, but look at all remains,
All the flossy things, marks from all the claws and fangs,
Remarks from all of ya'll have changed. Bustin back all yall I trained,
Apologize cuz of all of yall I blame..

This what hustlaz do.
And you ain't did it till a hustlaz do.
An you didn't know it till a hustla knew.
An you ain't done till a hustlaz threw.
I'm a customer too
It's what hustlaz do.
And you ain't seen it till you seen it from a hustla'z view.
Open yo eyes it's a hustlaz song.
God forgive if the hustle is wrong.

It's bigger things so he becomes to know shit.
Striving to be numba one till I overdose.
I speak it now on my tongue hold it from
Youngest son, runnin from older quotes: "Thou shall not sin, thou shall not steal,
Thou shall not kill, thou shall not turn your back on those in need",
I try to flip, but these government switch
Teach me at these chosen speeds.
I'm just a rows of weeds, and I roll with reasons to stay on the road a lead
Till I leave with what I sow,
Sold my soul indeed, leave me son with a sum of what I sold in deeds.
I'm foldin yo, probably headed for the pin like some bowling balls,
Kept it directed at the pen and wrote it for ya all.

This what hustlaz do.
And you ain't did it till a hustlaz do.
An you didn't know it till a hustla knew.
An you ain't done till a hustlaz threw.
I'm a customer too
It's what hustlaz do.
And you ain't seen it till you seen it from a hustla'z view.
Open yo eyes it's a hustlaz song.
God forgive if the hustle is wrong.

It takes a lot of patience when you takin it on,
A lot of patent, a lot of makin it known,
But I ain't the type of nigga that be placin it on.
I was the king of this city
Now they replacing the thrown.
I know it's a lot of hatin waitin at home,
And she ain't waitin you can hear the bass in her tone,
Like she can't make it alone in a broken home
And she the brace for the bone just embracin the phone
A lot of ballin up letters, a lot of erasing the poems,
A lot of comin' to grips that you gonna be facin alone.
All this time, all this time you was wrong.
But you know whatever happens I got you,
And you know what happened done happened
They was happy to drop you, not letters and shoes, no chedda,
Yo mom sold shoes and sweaters, she's not better.

This what hustlaz do.
And you ain't did it till a hustlaz do.
An you didn't know it till a hustla knew.
An you ain't done till a hustlaz threw.
I'm a customer too
It's what hustlaz do.
And you ain't seen it till you seen it from a hustla'z view.
Open yo eyes it's a hustlaz song.
God forgive if the hustle is wrong.