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Had To Hustle

 

Had To Hustle

(álbum: La Maquina - 2021)


The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist

I told 'em ready or not, just give me my shot, family ain't care if they fed me or not
I had ambition to go in and get it, I never got into begging a lot
I was the youngest youngin out the team, all I had was a dollar and a dream
I had a hustle but nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go and not nowhere to be
But I know where I'm going, shit, you balling with me, that shooter score in the fourth
I run it up, used to stand on the corner, how did we go into war with no warm up?
We do us, don't give a fuck 'bout your runner, tryna take care of my baby, my mama
I know these people don't love me, so fuck 'em, I'm losing people, I feel like it's karma
Mama keep telling me to make a will, I trust my heart to tell me where I'm going
Only feel this pain, never show it, and my heart smile when we scoring
Get my dick sucked from a foreign, put my wrist up 'cause it's glowing
Got a stick tucked, but it's showing, in the Benz truck when it's snowing
Couldn't see me on they best days, investments, this a chess game
On they side saying checkmate, on they side saying checkmate
I'm on they side saying checkmate
Use they bitch house for a rest place

Nobody gave me nothing, I struggled, I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love
Nobody gave me nothing, I struggled, I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love (They ain't show me no love)

Yeah
Federal tans, state greens, county oranges
Identified by colors and numbers, that's just how they on it
Prisons got inhumane conditions, COs wilding on us (Pssh, this shit fucked up)
Yeah, it's different now
These new niggas have you thinking they gangsters, but really proud informants (You ratted, nigga)
Shit, one of my niggas went to trial and lost it, he gon' hold it down regardless, huh (Free my dawg)
Federales still tryna surround the office (Hah)
Think the label funded by drug money, but now I'm corporate
From pumping product on the porch to jumping out of Porsches
Accomplished all this since I recorded "1000 Corpses" (Woo)
State of the art security system around my fortress
Gun in my hand that shoot a hundred rounds if you force it (Brrt)
That's why I don't come around too often
I would hate to have to down somebody I thought was my nigga tryna cross me (Uh-huh)
Yeah (Talk to 'em)
It ain't no respect for the codes, these niggas disrespectful to they own mothers (For real)
I even seen niggas be jealous of they own brothers (For real)
Integrity questionable, that's why I don't trust you
Bad energy, shit don't go right for you, that's karma though
That's why your bank account ain't got no commas though (Hahahaha)
For they own decisions, they never wanna be responsible (Pssh)
Honestly, it ain't nothing about these niggas honorable, I tell 'em

Nobody gave me nothing, I struggled, I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love
Nobody gave me nothing, I struggled, I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love (Listen, uh, they ain't show me no love)

Federal investigations (They rattin')
Indictments being placed on niggas out here paper-chasing (Get a bag)
Ain't have no money for the stu', recorded in the basement (In the basement)
Now I wake up with the option, drive a Lamb' or Wraith 'em (What you driving, man?)
Bet twenty bands on races (Frr, frr)
I woke up, I heard they took my lil' man from me (Damn)
It's fucked up, I watched him grow up since a damn youngin (Since a jit)
Running up and down the block with my lil' cousing (Since a kid)
They said he took a couple shots to his head and stomach, tell me something (Can't believe it, what?)
Police come, won't tell 'em nothing (What?), twelve kick a door, just know we running (We runnin')
Fourth down, we ain't punting (Nah), might throw it, might run it (Might run it)
Got the trap, it was jumping (It was what?), know the packs, they was coming (They was comin')
Took a bird from Cleveland back to LA like I'm Drummond (Like gang)
Know the glizzy got a drum in (Grrt), live a band, bitch, we drumming (Bah)
All my niggas head-hunting (What?), forty interrupting, shit is so disgusting (So disgusting)
Can't nobody tell me nothing (Nah), I really like who I'm becoming (I do)
Turned nothing into something (I did), turned nothing into something

Nobody gave me nothing, I struggled, I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love
Nobody gave me nothing, I struggled, I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love (They ain't show me no love)

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