"Hustle" lyrics

Still in the business of making it happen my nigga, regardless
I am the hardest
I am the one that could take it the farthest
Ice cold with this shit like I'm heartless
Tell 'em I'm back, back to the regular scheduled programming with the raps
That is a fact
Put it on record I will not retract
I need a beat, I wanna eat (right now)
I never sleep, I am a beast (calm down)
They wanna take all my energy
I'm operating off adrenaline
I'm jumping like I'm on a trampoline
I'm getting higher than a ceiling fan
Really I'm one of the illest alive but that's not a surprise to me
See I was sacrificin' all my personal time tryna learn how to ride the beat
I could've failed
I could've fell
I could've soared
I could've sunk
Either way you see my dedication always got a nigga what he wants

I'm fucked up
Waiting on a car, when the check comes
Running out of time when the clock tick
I just came up, I gotta pop shit, gotta pop shit
You got me fucked up
I'm a self made nigga with the hustle
Ain't no love lost, nigga this shit cutthroat
Tell 'em I don't give a fuck
What it was though
Bitch I'm self made with the hustle

I couldn't really remember the struggle
How I make it out my nigga with hustle
Half the time I swear the feeling was hopeless
Over-devoted and overly focused
Destined for greatness my nigga they know this
Still in control of my sicker emotions
Keeping to myself, I'm never divulging
I am evolving
It's like I'm rising
Rolling with the punches it ain't surprising
Gotta get rid of the blinders
Running my route and you niggas behind me
Killing this shit in my verse like a homicide
Posing this flow is a pesticide
Thinking they'll stop me, I'm still alive
I'm really enjoying the ride
Perfect reception I got with the WiFi
Nigga's sweeter than a Mai Tai
The level I'm on is a mile high
Why try?
Duplicate it nigga, you die, no lie

Pop off with the [?]
You was lost from the jump so I hope you got a parachute
You're bound to lose
You look confused
Your thought's defused
But never really got the results to choose
I'm [?] with the work
For the fact they say they tryna lead
When it's all on you, and the dedication start to leave
Nigga's feeling weak they might just fold, huh
Shit is out of control, nah
Devil letting up I gotta hold it down

I'm fucked up
Waiting on a car, when the check comes
Running out of time when the clock tick
I just came up I gotta pop shit, gotta pop shit
You got me fucked up
I'm a self made nigga with a hustle
Ain't no love lost, nigga this shit cutthroat
Tell 'em I don't give a fuck
What it was though
Bitch I'm self made with a hustle