Art of the Hustle

Lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray] Yeah, I don't wanna hear myself Every day wasn't sunny, nigga (Smoke on the beat) Yeah [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Turn nothin' to somethin', just the art of the hustle Got love in the streets, the streets don't love you, yeah (Had to show these niggas I can ball, you know?) Turn nothin' to somethin', just the art of the hustle Got love in the streets, but the streets don't love you, yeah (I'm at these niggas' necks with this shit) [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] Paid nights like this, I wish raindrops would fall Heartbroken, takin' shots for my dog We had long talks that we gon' get rich together Now you gone and I'm here, so you gon' live forever I saw your son on the 'Gram and he look just like you And if he know like I know, he'd be just like you You the first one told me go and get that bag Ain't no shit about the roll until you hit that slab Now I'm up and down that bitch tryna get that cash I be doin' twenty plus if they hit that stash Knock on wood, we set up shop and lock up hoods Man, the team ain't together, but it's still all love I'm from where they set you up to get you killed 'bout drugs I'm still daily in the trenches, makin' plays with thugs I stood tall, handcuffed, eye-to-eye with the judge 'Cause if I don't go do it, it'll never get done [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Turn nothin' to somethin', just the art of the hustle Got love in the streets, the streets don't love you, yeah (Had to show these niggas I can ball, you know?) Turn nothin' to somethin', just the art of the hustle Got love in the streets, but the streets don't love you, yeah (I'm at these niggas' necks with this shit) [Verse 2: Peezy] Learned the art of the hustle, now I hustle with art Like to pray in the light so I shine in the dark Tryna pull up in the whip, park itself when I park Real niggas kissin' fake-ass shit from afar Used to sit in the spot watchin' cuz make sales 'Til I got a sack, I'm throwin' rocks at the jail See, these bitches ain't loyal, and these niggas ain't real You find out the hard way when you stuck in the cell See, when them bills get behind and your tank on E Now your run over with and you ain't save your cheese Now you back at square one, tryna play low-key That's when you find out don't shit really last for the streets Took the case for the team, stood tall on my feet Got indicted by the feds, but I still gotta eat See, I'm built Ford tough, so I'ma win in defeat Had a dream about my nigga Ric, I wish he could see, uh