Lyrics

[Intro] The world belongs to the patient man Think much, speak little, write less Go [Chorus] Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, grind, grind You Gotta hustle, hustle, grind grind, hustle, grind You Gotta hustle, hustle, grind grind, hustle, grind You Gotta hustle, hustle, grind grind, hustle, grind You Gotta hustle, hustle, grind grind, hustle, grind You Gotta hustle, hustle, grind grind, hustle, grind [Verse 1: Future] Street hustler dedicated to the grind Put my heart and my soul into every single line Hit you with hot venom that'll move through your spine Love it when [?] Superior [?] is all mine Motivational confidence, put it in their rhyme Give you the taste of the streets and the life and hard times Back in the lab, some hustlers writing raw rhymes To the vibe of the beat, when it's turnt Fuck around, and it's hot, you get burnt I ain't your average everyday damn street scholar Ridin' with some killers that'll pop yo collar Stand down for [?] free dollars Been knowin how to go and get that money Stressed out, [?], big faced-hunnids Cash look like [?] Pop it open stat, make sure you got a bottle