Hustla’s Story

Lyrics

[Intro: Cozz] Woo, yeah (Ayy) Shoutout my hustlers, know what I mean? (My hustlers) Everybody hustlers They ain't gotta be no motherfuckin' trapper, just a hustler, you feel me? (All hustlers, nigga, yeah) Look, look [Verse 1: Cozz] I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on Sellin' pills straight out her crib and break into another home Tryna get in and out, get his double-double on (Huh) This ain't my story that I'm singin', nigga, but this is another song This probably your uncle song Probably your big brother song (Right) Your father or your mother song (Right) I understand your circumstance (For real), so in your head, there's nothin' wrong (Nothin' wrong) How you could blame how we behave if we ain't paid and ain't gettin' loans? You don't know what's goin' on If you ain't lived it or seen this shit, then I can't describe Takin' chances so they survive Then so happen just to take a life In the end, it was all for bread (Right) They used they heat just to make it rise (Right) Not sure how to raise a daughter (Right) But they know to raise the price, so what you gon' do? Tell a nigga what you goin' through I could probably relate (Yeah) I could probably be late (Yeah) And still be on time for you (Yeah) I could probably spit mine for you (Right) If you don't wanna tell your story It's the same as yours, I hustle early in the mornin' [Chorus: Cozz] Wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on Sellin' pills straight out her crib and break into another home I understand your circumstance, up in they heads, there's nothin' wrong But they don't know what's goin' on They don't know what's goin' on [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Wake up, I know homie Trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry If I can't lay up in the streets, I feel lonely If I gotta break up with the streets, I feel lonely [Verse 2: Cozz] Look, yeah, you got your car (Uh-huh), yeah, you got your gold (That's right) Your money don't fold (Yeah), but your mama still at home Fam don't want your dirty money, you look clean, but your mother sad Your girl felt neglected, now your daughter got another dad Local block hustler (Huh?), my father was a customer Moms used to watch him buy his weed, then she would cuss at him (For real) Only for the weed, he felt free from that subtle buzz Well, back then, it was primetime and now I'm on my prime time A hustler turned pimp, though, he was gettin' pimp dough Not only sellin' his dope, but now he selling nymphos Not too cautious 'bout how he sells, made his way to county jails Now he lonely in them cells, how he felt? It was probably hell, he got out, but on that same shit (On that same shit) I guess when you loyal to yourself, then you can't switch But how can you blame kid? Don't know what he was goin' through His hustle is his bread and butter, he don't want no other food [Chorus: Cozz] But I wake up, open up shop, get my hustle on Wake up early in the morn', make a couple records Gettin' reckless on these records 'til these fuck niggas respect it Go and get it, make a difference Wake up with a new perspective, motherfucker [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Cozz] Wake up (Woo), I know homie Trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry If I can't lay up in the streets, I feel lonely If I gotta break up with the streets, I feel lonely [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar] Justify the love of mine For life of crime, my life and times is hard at times I fall at times, like all the time And then I dream for baller time And then the clock rewind, and I Wake up I know homie I know homie [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Cozz] Wake up (Woo), I know homie Trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry If I can't lay up in the streets, I feel lonely If I gotta break up with the streets, I feel lonely [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar] Justify the love of mine For life of crime, my life and times is hard at times I fall at times, like all the time And then I dream for baller time And then the clock rewind, and I Wake up I know homie I know homie [Outro: Cozz & Kendrick Lamar] We ain't chose this type of livin', it's what we gotta do All the niggas here is Crippin' and dropped out of school Sellin' drugs or they pimpin' like some prostitutes Livin' in a nightmare, pinchin' is what you gotta do Wake up [Outro Skit: Cozz] Hello? Rise and shine, nigga Bro, what you need, bro? What you on, nigga? You tryna hit up the mall? Hit up the— the mall? Nigga, I got like five dollars, bro, I ain't got no job And I know you broker than me, bro, so what you talkin' 'bout, dog? Come on Yeah, that's why I said hit up the mall, nigga Get your ass up, man, let's roll