"Real Hustlers" lyrics
Travis Thompson, Nima Skeemz & Marlon Craft Lyrics
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[Travis Thompson:]
I want peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they—
I want peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they feet, yeah
Things change, tears fall, I done seen way too much to fear y'all
I done fell victim to the peer talk, I done fell far from grace, I'm near God
I contemplated breathin', looked at life like I don't need it
Bro refused to toss the Griffeys, he out pitchin' in the rain like Félix, we healin', ayy
This how a misfit look
I ran around, hand-me-down, lil' 'fit got cooked
I'm from a town makin' history, but missed y'all book
I'm in a missile fight, I'm tryna get out quick, I mean
Crabs in a barrel, therapy me rippin' tags off apparel
Apparently mean when I'm not off that liquor
So where that put me, with my dogs? Think I'm feral
I'm tearin' shit up now, blew a lil' bag on a bustdown
Brother still ridin' that bus though, I be embarrassed, it's tucked now
But I'm tough now, I come clutch now, got funds if my brother ever stuck now
And he got me two that I trust now, when it's rough now, we adjust, I still want
Peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they—
I want peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they feet, yeah
[Marlon Craft:]
Tryna hear an inner monologue
Built a moat around my emotions, 'fraid if I show 'em, I've gotten soft
Ain't no presence when thought involved
But I be from the city where they rob you for your biggie
So a lot'll keep you feeling like they not in smalls
Guess that's why we all posture tall
So many songs I wrote somber
But I been feelin' like I been healin' right and that's word to my mama
And that's word to my commas, leather warm in my bomber
Weather chill, but I'm good now
Finally write my own novel
And the author done stood down
I been down and up and back down and stuck
And back up, but down on myself like fuck
When you always there, it ain't called a rut
It'd be more rare that my spirits up
In the pocket lining, kept the spirits tucked
Now I ain't lettin' a fear instruct
I got a healing gut, I'm feelin' tough
The realest hustler, flip what I fear to what I really want
[Travis Thompson:]
I want peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they—
I want peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they feet, yeah
[Travis Thompson:]
I want peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they—
I want peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they feet, yeah
Things change, tears fall, I done seen way too much to fear y'all
I done fell victim to the peer talk, I done fell far from grace, I'm near God
I contemplated breathin', looked at life like I don't need it
Bro refused to toss the Griffeys, he out pitchin' in the rain like Félix, we healin', ayy
This how a misfit look
I ran around, hand-me-down, lil' 'fit got cooked
I'm from a town makin' history, but missed y'all book
I'm in a missile fight, I'm tryna get out quick, I mean
Crabs in a barrel, therapy me rippin' tags off apparel
Apparently mean when I'm not off that liquor
So where that put me, with my dogs? Think I'm feral
I'm tearin' shit up now, blew a lil' bag on a bustdown
Brother still ridin' that bus though, I be embarrassed, it's tucked now
But I'm tough now, I come clutch now, got funds if my brother ever stuck now
And he got me two that I trust now, when it's rough now, we adjust, I still want
Peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they—
I want peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they feet, yeah
[Marlon Craft:]
Tryna hear an inner monologue
Built a moat around my emotions, 'fraid if I show 'em, I've gotten soft
Ain't no presence when thought involved
But I be from the city where they rob you for your biggie
So a lot'll keep you feeling like they not in smalls
Guess that's why we all posture tall
So many songs I wrote somber
But I been feelin' like I been healin' right and that's word to my mama
And that's word to my commas, leather warm in my bomber
Weather chill, but I'm good now
Finally write my own novel
And the author done stood down
I been down and up and back down and stuck
And back up, but down on myself like fuck
When you always there, it ain't called a rut
It'd be more rare that my spirits up
In the pocket lining, kept the spirits tucked
Now I ain't lettin' a fear instruct
I got a healing gut, I'm feelin' tough
The realest hustler, flip what I fear to what I really want
[Travis Thompson:]
I want peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they—
I want peace in life, but I can't seem to find the things I need to slow down
I want peace of mind and I don't mean to pry, but what you take to slow down?
I remember what daddy told me, real hustlers land on they feet
Real hustlers land on they feet, real hustlers land on they feet, yeah
