Pledge Allegiance To the Hustle

Lyrics

[Intro] Real talk, man, let me tell y'all, man Man, I was in the studio with this man called HitKidd, man 'Bout, for hours, my nigga And sittin' there, man, I was goin' through my head, Hit He was playin' a lot of beats, man He was sittin' there playin' beat after beat after beat And I thought he was a nigga tryna get a beat So I'm goin', "Man, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga?" Man, all these hard-ass beats, man, pick one of these motherfuckers Man, I was about to put that nigga out that motherfucker, real talk He like, "Yeah?" I said, "Young nigga, what's up?" I said, "Man, is that HitKidd?" (HitKidd, what it do, man?) I said, "Man, you knew that shit" [Verse 1: Tripstar] Pledge allegiance to thе hustle, yeah Hundred racks stuffеd in the duffle, yeah Hell yeah, I vote HitKidd for the president At the spot countin' dead presidents, yeah Hid a hundred pounds in my residence, yeah Codeine, you know this my medicine, woah You ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, that's irrelevant, woah Pull up on the plug and I'm workin' out a settlement, yeah Whatever that you doin', better give it all you got But don't mind me, I be fuckin' with the pots Don't mind me, bitch, I came from the bottom Whippin' in the kitchen, need a stopwatch Sittin' in the trap, all you hear is knock-knock Keep a Glock when I unlock the top lock My nigga sellin' rerock Told HitKidd this one classic like some Reeboks, yeah Have you ever gave your last to your nigga? Yeah Took a loss, bounced back six figures, yeah Dope boy, twenty racks in my denim Finna find a new connect, I go and get a rental Wake up in the morning, then you know I gotta get it Gone for a minute, now I'm back in the kitchen, woah Let me show you how to turn your rags to riches Everything off the bars, pledge my allegiance [Chorus: Jai Musiq & Memoree] I pledge to the hustle, can't flex with no muscle We been in the field with it, we ball out like Russell You up in the bleachers, you niggas just spectate But you gotta grind, nigga, if you wanna be great Can't wait on a nigga to go and get it for you You gotta get off your ass How you grown and waitin' for him to get on? You gon' stay down bad Go full throttle with the shit that you on Sometimes, you bound to crash I pledge allegiance to the hustle and bustle Do whatever it takes for the bag [Verse 2: Tripstar] I'ma go get off my ass, woah Break it down, run through that bag, woah I never asked for no helping hands, yeah Ten different plugs, do the running man You better not sit back and wait for no man Count a quarter ticket sittin' in a Sprinter van Come to the store, get some rubber bands, yeah Wrap it around the money, then I smash Jumpin' in the Hellcat, do the dash on it (Skrrt, skrrt) Spend fifty racks, I ain't put no tags on it Politicking on another sack, where it's at? Campaign with the bag, runnin' up them racks Bitch, I had to get it, yeah, the hard way, yeah Used to sell grams in the hallway, woah Trap nigga, shoot dice all day, yeah Get the pack and do backflips, yeah Fucked up in the head, count racks all day Get some money, nigga, give a fuck about what he say Know my ABCs, but I always keep my AK Cartel wrote, call the plug up ándale I can get you whatever you want, yeah, ándale Wise man once said it's always more than one way I ain't jumpin' on the plane, fuck it, hit the highway Racin' to the racks in a Wraith, now get out the way [Chorus: Jai Musiq & Memoree] I pledge to the hustle, can't flex with no muscle We been in the field with it, we ball out like Russell You up in the bleachers, you niggas just spectate But you gotta grind, nigga, if you wanna be great Can't wait on a nigga to go and get it for you You gotta get off your ass How you grown and waitin' for him to get on? You gon' stay down bad Go full throttle with the shit that you on Sometimes, you bound to crash I pledge allegiance to the hustle and bustle Do whatever it takes for the bag [Outro] (HitKidd, what it do, man?)