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feat. Animal, TravI'm a hustler, not by choice (1x)[AZ]I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hellBigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bailIt's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jailBe careful, but promote yo'selves that's what they told meInvolved but unconcerned fuck beef when it dissolve it does not returnI don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beatSo discrete very rarely do I move on feetI rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seatsDrive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streetsI blacks out never blind by the size of the imageNo disguise, homocide don't rely forensicHomes's finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhageGet the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwardsNew York's number one draft pickI'm a hustler, not by choice (4x)Letras de canciones[Trav]All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokesLazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awokeNot a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta chokeWhen it's time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boatAnd I swear it hurts, I supply the coke'cause don't nothing scare me worse than dying brokeIron poking on my ribs while I'm laying in a TaurusI live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty gameI seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrantsMoney talk though, never stuck in a grudge,Got a female lawyer and she fucking the judgeI was once told, that you reap what you sowAnd a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothesAnd a, it's Quiet Money so we speaking in codesLike, why should I trust ya?, nigga, I'm a hustlerI'm a hustler, not by choice (4x)[Animal]Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just niceLike a ginszu blade nigga, he just sliceAnd get y'all out the game, dog, it's not longAnybody can spit, faggot, but can you make a hot song?You're not wrong, like Biggie said you're dead wrongNeed to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strongWatch us, the way we floss up in coat lockersWalk right past security, flippin' poppersLike what? who the fuck gon' stop us?y'all wait until the summer, when this fucking album drop usI know y'all hate it, because y'all flows outdatedYou finished as an artist and I finally made itBut I paid my dues, in this game patiently waitedNiggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take itIt's A dot, all year 'round I stay hotNigga I play not, ride through you're block in that grey dropThey call me headhunter, the head is all I aim forThe top spot nigga, what you think I came for?These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsawAnd now you're your man is like, what y'all said his name for?Fucking hustler, motherfucking AnimalI'm a hustler, not by choice (5x)I'm a hustlerI'm a hustler
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"Hustler" as written by Malik Cox Dwight Grant
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