Hustle Man

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] I'm the first mother fucker on the block for the cheese And be the last mother fucker to leave Willie D he said it best Just a ghetto boy, moving with my metal toy Gotta get them dolla's Bust my metal for the cheddah' boy Catch me in the spot Cooking and cutting serving the yola Post up on the corner, you want it? [I got it come and holla] Tryna rob my partners, we coming homie we got them choppers Hanging out impalas with shotty's, knock your life out ya body All about a dolla right, now I'm every bitches type Now they wanna holla so I knock 'em, let 'em swallow pipe Back to my money yeah, gotta get my money right Look, this dogg gotta eat I can't have no more hungry nights A lot of niggas starving hard so they tend to steal and rob I just hustle, hustle until a nigga livin large And all a nigga know is to bang and ball Moving with my MAC-10 ducking the law [Chorus: Ab-Soul] Now put my gat to the seam on my jeans I be clockin' like a watch you never seen I wake up in the morning blowing doja countin' green That's a grinders every day routine The people say hey Mr. Hustle Man, hey Mr. Hustle Man How can we get it like you? (The people say) Hey Mr. Hustle Man, hey Mr. Hustle Man Wish I had a hustle like you [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Get a bird, bust it down Feds knock, flush it down Niggas snitchin, hushy now .45 crush his crown I'm on some get money shit and I'm real with it I'm on my grind, bitch, tryna get a meal ticket Look, these fake rap niggas steady fabricating He said he got a 100 ki's, he exaggerating Look, I'm not a hater, Jay Rock congratulating Real niggas who getting money and paper chasin' Look, I'm on the ave. I gets cash Hit the mall, pop tags Zoom through, new coupe top back Wipe me down, my big Glock is cocked back I'll shoot you down Suwoo, niggas know how I move around Niggas talk but when I pop up, look, it's not a sound That's how it is when they talk behind your back They nothin' but some hoes, that's a fact [Chorus: Ab-Soul] Now put my gat to the seam on my jeans I be clockin' like a watch you never seen I wake up in the morning blowing doja countin' green That's a grinders every day routine The people say hey Mr. Hustle Man, hey Mr. Hustle Man How can we get it like you? (The people say) Hey Mr. Hustle Man, hey Mr. Hustle Man Wish I had a hustle like you