"Hussle Is My Last Name" lyrics
Hussle is my last
Hussle is my last name
Look I'm a stay fresh
Y'all stay bummy
Y'all can chase pussy
I'm a chase money
You only live once and niggas die young
You live by the bullet you're gonna die by the gun
I'm coming off Slauson where niggas hate your guts
And... be riding high, niggas wanna set you up
They're probably jealous of it never get enough
They say money ain't the root of all evil, nigga say what?
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
I've been on the grind since the age of fourteen
Started with a quota, bought my first buck
Bought my first gun, said fuck it then I bust
It ain't the ones I fucked off it's the ones I fucked with
Ain't the ones I trap trade, it's the ones I trusted
Jealousy and envy see it all around me
Looking for Nip Hussle on the block is where they found me
Hussle is my last
Hussle is my last name
I'm like ooh, get ready
I got my mind on a whole 'nother setting
When they see me, they say, "Nip, where ya heading?"
And I be like on my way to the cheddar
And I be like on my way to the cheddar
Look look look
Slauson boy swag
Check out my demeanor
Gold Cuban links, bullet-proof Beemers
Duffle bag money I ain't never had a visa
And if sports was hip hop I be balling all season
Cops can't stop us
Rolex watches, homes foreclose when the popos caught us
County jail state pen time is nothing
Bounce back and now I'm about to take raps top honors
'Cause
Hussle is my last
Hussle is my last name
I'm on the block with these rocks
Posted loked, low-key so Johnny think I'm smoking
Focused on nothing more than getting to my quota
Hoping the block well before they start patrolling
I'm knowing, they're watching us binoculars is scoping
Bumping up the smokers trying ask me where I sold it
My mind state money over everything underneath the sun
And death out the barrel of my gun
Go bang
Don't ask me why I gang-bang
It's easy, believe me, the coppers they need me
I pay their salary, they know my calories with weight
Too heavy to stop, I'm chopping down ounces, halves
Sevens, boulders, dimes, nicks, whatever
I'm going forever I'm never gon' stop it
So don't holler at me unless money is the topic
Hussle is my last
Hussle is my last name
Hussle is my last name
Look I'm a stay fresh
Y'all stay bummy
Y'all can chase pussy
I'm a chase money
You only live once and niggas die young
You live by the bullet you're gonna die by the gun
I'm coming off Slauson where niggas hate your guts
And... be riding high, niggas wanna set you up
They're probably jealous of it never get enough
They say money ain't the root of all evil, nigga say what?
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
I've been on the grind since the age of fourteen
Started with a quota, bought my first buck
Bought my first gun, said fuck it then I bust
It ain't the ones I fucked off it's the ones I fucked with
Ain't the ones I trap trade, it's the ones I trusted
Jealousy and envy see it all around me
Looking for Nip Hussle on the block is where they found me
Hussle is my last
Hussle is my last name
I'm like ooh, get ready
I got my mind on a whole 'nother setting
When they see me, they say, "Nip, where ya heading?"
And I be like on my way to the cheddar
And I be like on my way to the cheddar
Look look look
Slauson boy swag
Check out my demeanor
Gold Cuban links, bullet-proof Beemers
Duffle bag money I ain't never had a visa
And if sports was hip hop I be balling all season
Cops can't stop us
Rolex watches, homes foreclose when the popos caught us
County jail state pen time is nothing
Bounce back and now I'm about to take raps top honors
'Cause
Hussle is my last
Hussle is my last name
I'm on the block with these rocks
Posted loked, low-key so Johnny think I'm smoking
Focused on nothing more than getting to my quota
Hoping the block well before they start patrolling
I'm knowing, they're watching us binoculars is scoping
Bumping up the smokers trying ask me where I sold it
My mind state money over everything underneath the sun
And death out the barrel of my gun
Go bang
Don't ask me why I gang-bang
It's easy, believe me, the coppers they need me
I pay their salary, they know my calories with weight
Too heavy to stop, I'm chopping down ounces, halves
Sevens, boulders, dimes, nicks, whatever
I'm going forever I'm never gon' stop it
So don't holler at me unless money is the topic
Hussle is my last
Hussle is my last name
Writer(s): Ermias Asghedom, Jaire K Lewis
