Hustle

When I wake up in the morning I hop out, I'm all in On the spectrum of colors, my soul is so fucking blue Bitch, are you riding? I curse, you curse with me Ms. Daisy, she's been crazy, crazy I hustle, I hustle, I huste Girl, I know you feeling me Hold up, who's that person trying to see me Roll up, pour up My vibe, don't f*ck up F*ck an office job I'm a get a lifetime blow job This system just putting lies down our throat Ain't no one going to tell me what to do I see, I see, I see I'm everything they want to be She got the magic tricks, like a witch Hell at the bottom, ain't fucking lovely at all Like trees in the autumn Spark it up, girl Drop it down, girl Smoky leafy crop, don't you stop Time is money and we burning every tick tock Same squad riding around the block Sexy mommy's, this the Arabian Gulf tsunami My dawgs locked up in a pound Starving in they own town Now, I'm feeding the family My roots go deep, which equals a higher tree And larger branches It's dangerous outside I stay grinding to get my bags, my bags, my bags, my bags I said bitch are you riding? I'm wilding You know what's up when I'm sliding Can't be a bitch to this system Middle finger up, all the way, all the time Maybe throw up a peace sign Lack of education Heavy medication Sick and tired of indoctrination Labor, labor, labor Throwing some fucking flavor She feeling victorious I make her feel glorious, until I'm illustrious From the roots of the land, truest warriors Under pressure, under pressure Bitch I catapult, can't be giving you a free lecture Them bills have a smooth texture Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up You know what's up, you know what's up Insane, lion pendant on my chain Gold grillz, inked chest, a humming caress, burned nest Not too friendly, when I'm starving like Ghandi She got that heart and that mind I'll give you everything you like Get my mom a crib and a ride I'm a fucking paradox Girl, lets ride, lets ride Girl, lets fly, lets fly All perfect timing, all perfect timing We alright, we alright Time to stack them dollars Them pesos Them dinars and euros She wants that soul sex I give it to her good Stay humble, still f*ck like a savage Not your typical hipster Tipsy motherfuckers trying to give me a tipster No love for the minister Less friends, more enemies How does that feel? Fucking great, I'm a rare species I ain't leaving, until they remember my name Bitch, I took all the pain Holding no shame And f*ck all the blame They let me out of my cage I'm wildly untamed F*ck being in a lower class I hustle, upgrade my status and get the cash Rocking my Nike's Unshakeable psyche My dick's worth a million My mind's worth a billion My heart's worth a trillion Yeah bitch, I assign the cost Young and rich My intuition says that million dollar check is coming Confidence, old spice Stir it all up with sugar and spice And everything nice Paper, paper, paper Wake up and get the paper Hustle, hustle, huste Get up when I stumble Picked it out the rubble You'd think I got gold in my muscle, ha It's time to get the money y'all Turn dreams into reality